Mathmatical Theroy of Investment

I wanted her. I laid away nights thinking of how I could get her hand in mine. Childhood flashbacks of first-day-of-school nervousness. Knowing I would be called up to the board to solve a problem... all eyes staring at my back. And now at 25 not much has changed. I am still at the board, chalk pinched between my fingers, trying to figure out the problem of her. What do I have to add to the equation to make her mine? Some weighted number on my side of addition sign. And how much does a bouquet weigh? Over and again, the chant in my head "I need to invest to receive." I reach out this hand, the one I want to touch her, thrusting the flowers towards her heart.I plead that she takes them before her eyes burn a hole in my courage and defeated I slump back to my seat again.