True Love

The first time my eyes referenced her as a focal point was back in University. We were studying in the library, both studying our first year calculus on a Friday night. Our eyes met, and the glare from my bifocal glasses set her hair ablaze with passion. And fire. When she put the fire out, she approached me shyly and sat before me.

"Is that an eraser in your pocket or is it an infinite set of hotness?" Her voice was angelic. It only cracked three times in that one sentence. From that point on, I knew that we would be an element of the subset of love known as 'desperate.'

I gazed into her eyes, and asked. "Do you like to factor in the reals or the rationals?" With a coy smile, she replied: "Complex."

My heart pounding, we immediately grabbed our textbooks and factored. Factored like we never factored before. Seriously, we didn't know what we were doing. Then, when we found our functions irreducible, we closed our interactions interval and agreed to meet later.

Angelo