We were an illogical equation, you and I. We were something like 3+8=∞. It did not make any sense. It did not tally. It was impossible. And yet there we were…proving every mathematician wrong and every logic lame. I am not yet sure what drew us together because we belonged to such different worlds. And yet here I am breathing my last breath in your lap as you look into my eyes. Those lovely eyes I always longed to drown into. I always wanted to die first and in your lap. I am glad it worked out perfectly well. I am happy we defied the so-called rules of society and made this miracle happen. I am happy I was 3, I am happy you were 8 and I am happy together we were infinite. You and I were such an illogical equation.