I Know Nothing!

That’s right, I’ve said it. I know nothing about her, but I want to. She is light and I am obscurity. She is the unknown variable and I am the constant in my life’s’ equation. Alas, this is not simple algebra. The complex algorithms of unique heart beats splatter across the white board. I am an imperfect number, decimals not rounding, but continuing into the recesses of Pythagoras’ mind. Could she be my counterpart, with her thousandths and millionths colliding with mine to form a whole number of 2? To determine the answer, there may be a theorem, a formula, or postulate, but I simply want to be the Montegue to her Capulet.