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almost infinity.

The two of them had the exact same ideas.

Pure mathematics could’ve proven it.

They agreed on every weakness, shared a common sense of inadequacy and they equally longed to be misconstrued.

They spoke different languages, though. Mutually exclusive terms, failing to come full circle — abashed, if anything.

And, consequently, they talked past each other — big time.

So, at precisely 1:07PM (or 13:07), after coffee and cakes, they left their table, exchanged an awkward smile, and kept wondering what all that has been about.

The theorems of longing, perhaps?