A Saint Dirty Face™ Reflection on Love

They told us 1 + 1 = 2.

That love was just math — one life added to another.

But they were wrong.

Love isn’t addition. It’s alignment.

See, when two souls find each other — not for comfort, but for connection — something divine happens.

They stop trying to complete each other.

They start amplifying each other.

1 + 1 = 11.

Two hearts, whole and unbroken, walking side by side.

Equal in fire. Equal in faith.

Not halves. Not replacements.

Just mirrors that catch the same light and throw it back twice as bright.

He doesn’t lead her.

She doesn’t follow him.

They move together — like rhythm and melody —

two notes that refuse to play without the other.

When life throws its punches —

when faith wobbles,

when silence grows too loud —

they don’t break.

They tighten the strings,

and play through the noise.

Because real love isn’t arithmetic it’s alchemy.

It’s not measured in years, rings, or promises kept.

It’s measured in the moments where both still choose each other

when everything else says quit.

“Even when we fade, we don’t disappear.

We multiply into forever.”

So yeah, 1 + 1 doesn’t make 2.

It makes 11.

It makes a legend.

It makes a love that outlives the body.

The kind that hums in the dark long after the world goes cold.

And when Norah Jones asks, “What am I to you?” —

the answer comes quiet, but unshakable:

“You’re the other one in my 11.”

💍 The Other One in My 11

A Vow by Saint Dirty Face™

I won’t call you my better half—

because you were never half of anything.

You were fire when I met you,

grit when I loved you,

and grace when you stayed.

You’re not the calm after my chaos.

You’re the rhythm that keeps my pulse steady.

You’re not my muse.

You’re the reason the song never ends.

If there’s heaven after this,

I don’t want wings or halos.

I just want one more night —

you with your coffee,

me with my quiet,

the dog pretending to understand our jokes.

That’s my eternity.

So when the stars call attendance

and they ask who I was,

I’ll tell them this:

“I was one.

She was one.

Together, we were eleven.”

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Saint Dirty Face™

[Stay Dirty, Stay Human™]

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