Every day you come through the green door that leads to the fiber glass room known as my life.
You check in at nine and leave at one, or three, or five-thirty, or whenever.
Everyday like clockwork you enter and subsequently exit my consciousness as if it were a dysfunctional ant trap: There’s always a procession of people like you visiting, but no one ever stays…

Every day you wrap me up in your being, telling me stories and sharing your experiences in those enjoyable moments of distraction.
Every day I try not to get too attached because I know that eventually you’ll walk out that green door for good. You’ll wave a final goodbye and come to my room no more.

Every day I help you learn math, but the truth is that I just want to learn about your life, your smile, and your laugh. I want to show you why the limits of our life sequences should converge to the same point as our ages approach infinity. I want to show you why the differences between our h’s and k’s should be small while we have large radii so the circles of our lives overlap forever…
Everyday my evenings are slightly remorseful as I watch the gap between our lives’ paths increase like the tangent line traveling away from the curve.

Every day I wonder why the good things never last, and why must they all come to an end?
Every day as the hours fly past, darting away like planes so fast, I realize that this phenomenon doesn’t stop with you.

Why is it that great friendships and experiences are like electrons; by the time you realize they’re here, they’re gone. Why can’t the physics of our lives just work out for once? Can’t we just slide into and onto each other like the bose-einstein condensates at their critical mass? Flow with each other like cyclists at a critical mass; no friction with one another so we move in tandem—a perpetual motion machine. Can I be that tight with the things and people who warm my heart?

Every day I wonder if we can just get it together, or better yet, just get together? And no I’m not just talking about you, or him, or her. And no I’m also not just talking about those superficial late night hook ups and one night stands. I’m talking about fully changing the relationship between oneself and the individuals or things we love: Defining the rule that links the elements in my Set A to the elements in their Set B by the everlasting symbol known as C. I want to know that no matter how far I move along the axis called time that (t, f(t)) will always be a constant distance away…

Every day
Actually, forget that.
Someone once said that we should be the change we want to see in the world; therefore, let’s start a new day. We’ll turn over a new leaf in your notebook, and you’ll do one last problem for me before you walk out that green door. I want you to add your name and number to that paper, and then take your best approximation at summing up the amount of moments we’ll share from now ‘til forever. I apologize for avoiding the question and wasting our time, but here’s putting it bluntly—will you integrate your life with mine?

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