Being without you is like being a metric space in which exists

a cauchy sequence that does not converge.

Since distance equals velocity x time, let’s let velocity and time

approach infinity, because I want to go all the way with you.

i = Ø when i am not with you.

Can I explore your mean value?

My love for you is a monotonically increasing unbounded function.

You are the solution to my homogeneous system of linear equations.

Your beauty defies real AND complex analysis.

What’s your favourite linear transformation?

I’ll take you to the limit as x approaches infinity.

Let’s take each other to the limit to see if we converge.

Come on baby, let’s off to a decimal place I know of and i’ll take you to

the limit.

Let me integrate our curves so that I can increase our volume.

Your beauty cannot be spanned by a finite basis of vectors.

My love is like an exponential curve. It’s unbounded

My love for you is like a fractal – it goes on forever.

My love for you is like the derivative of a concave up function because it

is always increasing. We’re going to assume this concave up function

resembles x^2 so that slopes is actually increasing.

You and I add up better than a riemann sum.

You’ve got more curves than a triple integral.

If I were a function you would be my asymptote – I always tend towards

you.

I wish i was your problem set, because then I’d be really hard, and you’d

be doing me on the desk.

int[2x,x,10,13]?

I’m not being obtuse, but you’re acute girl.

You fascinate me more than the fundamental theorem of calculus.

I hope you know set theory because I want to intersect and union you.

lol! i’ll always be your asymptote

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