Love, like mathematics, is a concept that exists in all cultures. Love, like math, has many different forms: algebra, calculus, and trigonometry are paralleled by platonic love, romantic love, and altruistic love.
Like math, love is also tremendously complicated. I believe that it’s something you don’t understand until you suddenly–for whatever reason–understand it. Just as you wake up one morning and go “Oh, that’s how to solve for X!”, so do you one day look around and realize “I have never wanted anything more in my entire life than for this person/animal to be happy and I will do everything I can to make sure that happens.”
For the record, I still don’t understand most advanced maths. Really. Anything beyond college algebra is pretty much lost on me as I’m not an abstract thinker–I’m a nuts-and-bolts kinda gal–and that shows in how I express love to others. I’m not great at bold, abstract expressions of love like writing elegant poetry or composing images that accurately represent my emotions; instead, I express love through folding laundry, preparing my loved one’s favorite snacks, making sure they’re cozily tucked into bed, or simply asking them how they’re doing after a long work day.
The Man has been a part of my equation for two years now, and I couldn’t be happier with the result. He is the X axis to my Y axis because, while we always intersect at a mutual point of origin, he supports my desire to reach in new directions to learn and grow. He always integrate functions to help me (the Little Spoon) find the comfiest area underneath the curve of his Big Spoon shape when we’re cuddling on the couch watching Netflix. He always helps me solve for my hypotenuse when I’m confident that I’ve reached the right angle but am unable to see the opportunity just opposite of me.
Cheers to you, Kevin. I < 3 you.