Approaching Infinity
(Thoughts after a chat at 1544 Singapore time, 0344 New York time 21 May 2009)



Like a line on a graph y = x^2,
you and I are always approaching infinity.
Always approximating,
Always only ever getting closer,
But never ever getting there.

Two ends of the same line,
Forever locked in that struggle to understand and be understood.

You will never truly know how I really feel,
Just as I will never know just how much you love me.
We'd forever be approximating.

As time passes, and we approach infinity,
The gap narrows.
But let that never fool us,
For neither of us can ever truly know,
No matter how hard we try.

There'd always be that little pink gap,
the regrettable imperfection,
the gaping chasm.

Still, in the unknowing, we choose to give the other so much of ourselves.

As though you heard my unasked question,
The self-doubt and worry,
And almost resignation:

[15:45] Marcus: yes.
[15:45] Marcus: i love you
[15:45] Marcus: i choose you

Will you approach infinity with me?
Tell it to me again.