When I say do not leave me, I am speaking about the mathematical implications of removing you from my equation. Would it matter to you if I were able to prove that all else are variables and you are the only constant? If, when I think of you, I could enumerate the brackets within my impulses, add up the angles in my heart's geometry, would they not sum up to infinity? There are many unknowns darling, but I promise you: there is no variance, no deviation, only an endless range of possibilities. I am a circle and you are my disappearing radius...