So long math. You were cool, I am surprised to say that I will miss you. You were my only companion for a long time. Ours was a love-hate relationship, but in the end you meant a lot to me. We began back in algebra: you showed me your secrets, and so began our naive young love. We took it to the next level come calculus, and you made me do incredible things. Derivatives, integrals; we solved beautiful equations together. However, things began to stale with linear algebra and multivariable calculus. Our relationship became rocky; you began to annoy me, and I left you for literature. But I kept coming back, because I believed in you, because I thought our relationship could be rekindled. I thought we could be happy again. Yet it is clear to me now. You continue to by cryptic and difficult. You don’t talk to me anymore, not like you used to. You were a big part of my life, math, but at this point, I have to move on. I’m leaving you for literature. It pains me to say this, but with literature, I have reached places you could never take me. Maybe we could talk every once in a while, math, but I could never be with you the way I used to. Farewell.