I wanted to be able to love in ax², twice, but my heart can't love two people equally.
I wanted bx to turn into a secret kiss; if my heart could be independent like c, it might not suffer so much.
And that every time I saw you, time would become a fraction of endless seconds and its indivisible denominator would not end, it would become a periodic tithing.
My heart is like an incomplete equation, always missing a term, you! Even the result is the same. Everything I do results in zero. You know that the root of this love will always multiply and add up, even without being an independent term like c. It will always be the first as the term ax², and always, a dream settled, in term bx, the secret kiss.
Bianca Vieira Padilha