Dear X,
I’m sorry for being irrational. I’m sorry that I was the third derivative of a position function to you that one night. I just want you to know that I believe that everything we had wasn’t imaginary. Seriously, you are the solution to all of my problems. You answered all of the times I asked myself y. X, I just want to spend infinity with you. If we’re together, there will be no limits to what we can do…So please come back to me.
Less than three,