[After days spent counting words in notes and researching the meaning of numbers.]
[Locked to chrysalis cupid]
I have counted the variations of words in the notes, and I have lists with the potential meanings of all the numbers mentioned within your correspondences. 18, 7, 6, 112, 91, and so on. I have strung together sentences with the seventh and eighteenth words, and I have agonized over inclusion or exclusion of the greeting, which could be construed as a word or not, depending. I keep looking for a mathematical correlation, but biology always rears its head and tells me to look elsewhere. Indulge me, orange cupid with purple spots, and tell me what the numeric patterns mean.
Meet me? And I'll tell you what I thought of the day.
[Locked to Harry O]
Did cupid twist your arm?