lim x->∞

But what is love? Because there are different kinds. There is the love for things. For ideas. And these loves, they just go on and on. Racing up that asymptote. You can always love philosophy, or baseball, or movies. You can set them aside, and come back to the, one day. And maybe there is new, different content. But that's okay. That's just more to explore.

But there is another kind of love. The love we have for people. And that, my darling dears, is the kind that fails. Because unlike ideas, unlike that signed Babe Ruth card you keep locked in your safe at home, people change. People do things they want to do, not the things we wish they'd do.

People fail us.

And so there's the other side of the graph. Climbing, climbing, climbing, but levelling off to a nearly flat line. Maybe there's no upper limit. But only time will tell.