Limits
- Hannah Cruz
- Nov 21, 2020
- 1 min read
It was a Tuesday and I sat in the back row of Calculus staring at the projected screen. My teacher talks of numbers and square roots and multiplying the conjugate so you can find the limit. Or something like that. I’m not so sure. My mind was crowded with the thoughts of limits but not the mathematical kinds. The limits of relationships within my life. Our relationship. A week ago I found out the limit of our relationship was one year and four months. I knew the limit of my love for you didn’t exist but the feeling wasn’t mutual.
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