almost infinity.

The two of them had the exact same ideas.
Pure mathematics could’ve proven it.
They agreed on every weakness, shared a common sense of inadequacy and they equally longed to be misconstrued.
They spoke different languages, though. Mutually exclusive terms, failing to come full circle—abashed, if anything.
And, consequently, they talked past each other—big time.
So, at precisely 1:07PM (or 13:07), after coffee and cakes, they left their table, exchanged an awkward smile, and kept wondering what all that has been about.
The theorems of longing, perhaps?