Especially in the way the poem accumulates rather than declares.
The intimacy arrives through ordinary repetitions: platforms, study tables, food quirks, ruined moments, small jokes. That’s where it feels real, and equally tender.
What moved me most is that the boy isn’t polished into an idea. He interrupts, prods for reassurance, fidgets, breaks the mood — and is still held with affection. Not despite those moments, but including them. That choice carries so much emotional maturity.
The imagination here doesn’t feel like fantasy. It feels like rehearsal — a knowing of how you love, what you make space for, what you accept. Which is why the ending aches: it isn’t just about losing him, but about recognising a future that lived fully in you.
thank you so much for your analysis once again mark!! this was a good opportunity to stay present with the what ifs that have been sitting still for the past few months in silence, and make something beautiful with it 😁 it’s a bittersweet piece and so fitting for the month of love :p glad you enjoyed it!!
the romance of math is in the eye of the beholder they say … but yeah i had to add that in because one of the first times i thought he was a not bad guy was him writing down solutions in pencil and taking a picture for me to see because i didn’t get how to solve it AND MY HEART!!!!!!! 🫢
This had me smiling thinking back to old memories. And then you twisted it on me at the very end! Gahh! I was rooting for this love (though *I still am*).
AHH i’m glad this got you thinking about the good times in the past 🥹🤍 thank you for your kind words lovely :—) (but that aside i fear it’ll never happen because we aren’t friends anymore LOL thanks for the hope though!!! 🫶🏻)
“because after all / we only exist / in my imagination.” Oof… ❤️🩹
Still lovely though!! <33
AHHH thank you love 🥹🫶🏻 are you on a reading marathon now you’re so cute RAHH 🫂
This is quietly beautiful xins.
Especially in the way the poem accumulates rather than declares.
The intimacy arrives through ordinary repetitions: platforms, study tables, food quirks, ruined moments, small jokes. That’s where it feels real, and equally tender.
What moved me most is that the boy isn’t polished into an idea. He interrupts, prods for reassurance, fidgets, breaks the mood — and is still held with affection. Not despite those moments, but including them. That choice carries so much emotional maturity.
The imagination here doesn’t feel like fantasy. It feels like rehearsal — a knowing of how you love, what you make space for, what you accept. Which is why the ending aches: it isn’t just about losing him, but about recognising a future that lived fully in you.
This reads as tenderness without demand.
Love without insistence.
And that restraint is what gives it weight.
Beautiful and more poems please!
thank you so much for your analysis once again mark!! this was a good opportunity to stay present with the what ifs that have been sitting still for the past few months in silence, and make something beautiful with it 😁 it’s a bittersweet piece and so fitting for the month of love :p glad you enjoyed it!!
🤗 💛 🤗
the way you make a normal distribution sound romantic is a skill that i deeply admire
the romance of math is in the eye of the beholder they say … but yeah i had to add that in because one of the first times i thought he was a not bad guy was him writing down solutions in pencil and taking a picture for me to see because i didn’t get how to solve it AND MY HEART!!!!!!! 🫢
I felt every emotion coming from this, you’re so talented xins this was beautiful! please keep writing 💗
awww sara 🥹 you so get me UGH when i feel i FEEL and i love that you see me for who i am 🤍 thank you sara dear I LOVE YOU thank you as always 🫂
I LOVE THISSSSS
YOU'VE OUTDONE YOURSELF MY LOVEEE
THIS IS BEAUTIFULL
IM STICKING THIS ON MY WALL THANK YOU FOR THIS I LOVE YOU ☹️🩵🩵
what a beautiful poem woooow 🥹
thank you so much🥹🫶🏻
Oh, my heartstrings…
This was beautiful!
“ruining what was
ours to have but
mine to lose”
AHHH the queen of prose thank you love 🥹🤍
Oh those last lines… what a gut punch. beautifully written as always!
AHHH thank you calley 🥹 i love a good plot twist :p
as a math nerd, the way you used *normal distribution* and *proof* tickled my brain!!
AWW i love math too and since i knew we both tackled statistics i had to put it in because i struggled with that stuff and he was good at math
This had me smiling thinking back to old memories. And then you twisted it on me at the very end! Gahh! I was rooting for this love (though *I still am*).
AHH i’m glad this got you thinking about the good times in the past 🥹🤍 thank you for your kind words lovely :—) (but that aside i fear it’ll never happen because we aren’t friends anymore LOL thanks for the hope though!!! 🫶🏻)
this is beautifully written and so real omg <3 you've done it yet againn
aww thank you so much my dear 🥹🤍
aaa you’re welcomeee <3333
this is beautiful<3
thank you 🥹🫶🏻