Why can't you speak plainly? You told me you wanted to talk, with talk all caps in quotation marks like our relationship's in trouble. But now you start with a premise:
We think of the world as a series of 2s, when we really should see 3s. Believing 2 sides to every story forgets viewpoint 3, the (sometimes) objective narrator. Saying it takes 2 to tango neglects musician 3 providing a rhythm.
This feels like a lecture. Again you sit on our couch and speak around me, declaring your deep understanding of the world. What is there for me to say?
I could tell you that a number is divisible by 3 if the sum of its digits is divisible by 3. Take 24 (my age): 24 divided by 3 equals 8, while 2 plus 4 equals 6 divided by 3 equals 2. Or maybe you prefer 18 (months we've been together): 18 divided by 3 equals 6, while 1 plus 8 equals 9 divided by 3 equals 3 (there's your damn 3).
No, instead of math and science you speak about wordplay, though universal mechanics force us to perceive 3 dimensions. You expound about differing perspectives, yet fail to note just how many world religions share a reverence for 3 among their doctrines. And you make me listen to you analyze our relationship without once mentioning the 1 you're leaving me for, the 1 who makes this a 3.I just wanted to be part of a 2.
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