Zero,

I’m sure you’re not a bad guy. I’m ashamed to admit how little I know about you, especially considering that we’re neighbors.

But please, just give it up. She loves me.

The only reason she’s with you is because you’re safe. Stable. Do some math. You’re nothing more than a place holder.

When she breaks a gaze you’re sharing and looks away, she’s thinking about me. Maybe she’s thinking about me thinking about her, which I most certainly am. I know every part of her. I love her so much.

We’re a unique combination. We’re two prime numbers in any combination. It’s as if our peculiarity defines our relationship. It fills me with excitement. But maybe it takes a certain kind of brave revelry to truly embrace our relationship. I have it. But she’s afraid of what we can be.

You though. The lowly place holder. You’re nothing without her. Literally. She finds comfort in that.

Anyway, seven loves me. And I her. And together we’re prime.

Best Regards,

One