I'd replied to this love letter a looooong time ago! :P My Beloved Mathematician: The gravity in your infinite love sucks me into a fathomless black hole. I fear that I will be reduced to strips of noodles by your density and nuclear pressures. In addition, I had never predicted that your attraction to me is solely due to my divine proportions (PHI). Our meeting at a point may at best be parrallel... which I'm afraid is never! Althoug, you seem well-rounded like a sphere, I find you more like an equilateral triangle, with three sharp angles which don't fit my more complicated obtuse-angled scalene nature. I am not acute! While your sun sets at an angle of 160 degrees, mine is exactly at high noon. Our geographical coordinates don't match neither do our stars. My astrologer stated that our (your and mine) planets allign in one straight line which could have a dominoes effect on the gravitational pull. So, please allow me to resume my lunch in the West, while you watch the Sundial in the East. Your friend till infinity. Your Mathematically Challenged.