Mathematics For Love Novels & Stories

“Mmm… do you think your love for me is strong enough to bring you to the dance?” “Yes, I believe so.” “Good,” Kate said sleepily and yawned. “It’s a date then. I’ll be waiting for you… Ecto, last question… How much… do you love me?” A brief silence from Ecto. Then, he answered softly: “7 times 10 raised to the 27th power. That is the total number of atoms in the average human body. H squared equals 8 thirds of pi G rho. This is the formula that demonstrates the constant expansion of the universe. From a less scientific or numerical perspective, I was created to love you, Kate. You are the reason that I exist.”

Rachel walks behind me and sits on the chair beside me, the one Janice had filled yesterday. I look around the classroom and notice that the students present are more than yesterday's by this time. Can I love Mr Harper even more? After looking seat by seat, I see that Janice is not yet in class. Seems like warnings don't work on her. I bring out my notebook and scribble today's date on the second page since the first one is already filled to the brim with notes from yesterday's lessons. The school bell ringing fills our ears, denoting it's time for the first period.

She wasn't expecting that he likes babies. "You were running out to escape from the wedding. And you are saying you like babies. It's not synonymous," She teased. "Yeah, I wasn't in the mood. I love babies since childhood. Veer is the first one whom I love. When mom didn't have time for us, and she was going out, I had only one baby beside me, he was Veer. I don't hate babies, but I hate my mother only. She never loved me and will never. But when you are my life, I want babies, our babies, the symbol of our love. No matter boy or girl, but I want and very soon," He cupped her face and rubbed his nose on her nose.

I sit with her until the awkwardness that came through the window, through the thin cracks between the louvres, picks its luggage up and leaves, by the exact same window. * Love is God-made cocaine, with no side effects—Amanda

I took a deep breathe and exhaled. "Look there!" he pointed "...In the place where the water meets the sky, is the love that surrounds us as everyday goes by. Even in joyfulness, even in times we cry, our love will never stop but will keep on rolling by". He looked at me then continued "...in the place where the seashore meets the bay, is the love that abounds us through the heat in every ray. The sun may go down, but at the end of the day; the flaring shades of love will always have to stay..."

with the "Entropy of Passion." "We 'Sync' with the 'Grid', Dominic," Avery commanded, her body "Pressing" against his "Resonance-Armor," her "Somatic-Heat" "Infiltrating" the "Mathematical-White." "We don't 'Argue' with their 'Logic.' We 'Infect' it with our 'Un-Predictability.' We show them that 'Love' is a 'Variable' they can't 'Account' for."

Origin of what God has put together let no one put asunder. This biblical scripture written by the apostle Mathew of the new testament did play part in our marriage with my wife Princess TT as well as in the future with Imani. Whatever God has intended to do in our lives will always come to pass.No one has the power to ruin what God had planned in you or with you. Not even the powers of science can, maybe to cause a temporary delay. This got me thinking about the supernaturality of everything that exists and the idea of love sneaked in. Therefore I asked myself, what sustains love? What makes it work and work for the whole time. Is love a spiritual thing? What is your take?

She said with a muffled voice, “I love you, hubby.” Matthew slightly tightened his arms around her and responded, “No words could express how much I love you wife.” Matthew felt that words were inadequate to show how profound his love for the woman in his arms was. That even his action could not truly express how his love for her had grown deeper over the years. He didn’t fall in love with her at the first sight and gradually found himself falling in love with her but she completely conquered him and showed him that what he felt for Vanessa was not true love but an obsession.

That is the very foundation of—* "Maybe that's true for time," I said, feeling the courtyard—our courtyard, our palace, our reality—solidifying steadily around us once more, "but it was never true for love. Love doesn't need a specific sequence of causes to justify its existence. It simply *is*, chosen freely, over and over, regardless of whether the history that first sparked it survives intact."

"Descartes' function formula? What are you doing up so late?" Sandy and Bryan liked the post without commenting. They wondered if their upcoming research might be related to optics. No one expected this post to be Paul's official announcement. Of course, no one dared to imagine it either. Miranda lightly tapped the formula on her screen, and a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. R = a(1 - sinθ) was the heart-shaped function formula by Descartes. It was also known as the "Descartes love curve."