whenever I tell people that I graduated a couple of terms later than my batch because I failed 9 units of math in college, they find it hard to believe. But it's true, I failed algebra 1 and 2, and calculus.Ms. Malaya, my algebra prof back then seemed like a dementor... Sucking away all my hopes and happiness. I almost got expelled because I was doing very poorly. But I survived, and even if up to now I still can't figure out the relevance of learning about the hyperbola, or derivatives, there are some stuff that I learned from those seemingly unending hours of math, and ironic if not weird, I relate it to matters of the heart.
tangent lines-lines that had but one chance to meet and then parted forever.
Tragic isn't it? Meeting that one person, getting along so fine, having a grand time together... and then you tell your self that this might just be it, and you are not surprised that the feeling is mutual. And then without both of you knowing it, you're slowly drifting apart. The coffee drinking nights becomes less often, the phone conversations becomes shorter, and the exchange of text messages becomes minimal. To some,this may very much be the case of "the one that got away", but it would mean that you did something to stop it from being free and you failed in doing so. So just think that you are tangent lines, that way, nobody is trying to escape, and nobody is trying to hold somebody back. You just freely followed the path, even if the path will never reach a point wherein you will meet again.
asymptotes-lines that get closer and closer but will never be together.
Now this one is very tricky. A classic case of not knowing exactly where you stand. You get a feeling of security, you have this someone whom you can call, any hour of the day,any day of the week. And he will be there. He will gladly drive you to your college reunion, run errands for you, he can be your wedding date, and you also do things for him... not because you have to, but because yo want to. You have secrets, you may even have a language of your own, you sometimes fight over some trivial things, but you have a way of dealing with disagreements, so you end up sorting things out and compromising. Sometimes you get the feeling that you are dating exclusively, and that the only thing missing is commitment... Yup, the long C word, and that missing link is the one thing that you will never have with him. You just get closer to him, so close that there will come a time you will reach the point of diminishing marginal utility. Then you will move on because it will hit you that you should be looking outside the cozy world you have with him, because you want something more tangible.
parallel lines-lines that will never meet.
You may refer to this as your soulmate, because I've read somewhere before that it may take a couple of lifetimes before you could meet your soulmate.
That's why I am not so keen about meeting my soulmate right now. I just want someone who could kiss all the pain away, who can bring out the best in me and help me be who I want to be...and who would stand by my side, through infinity....and beyond. No point in finding the value of those EXes... it wouldn't matter anyway.
