Cancel Out The Non-Factor

I shook my head. 'Why?' he wonders. Hmm. The 13th still looms about me. It festers like an infected wound. Insult to injury. Being disrespected by words is easier to discuss; there's no conversion needed. In this case, his actions [or inaction] are what vex me most. Who was she? Why was it okay for her to be that close.. that comfortable? Is she a re-run or a current season? Forgive me, I will say, because I don't understand. I've never had to deal with this situation. It's difficult to solve this equation without all the variables. Is she [x], and if so [y]? The only constant is the [2] of us, right? I would hope that we're definite, infinite even. There's no room for the uncertain [x]. What is her value? How does she change our product? Let her not be the deciding factor that divides us. At the moment, she is the fuel that drives me to strive for our multiplication: dividends, love, joint success. Until I know, I will not rest.