What are the chances you’d ever meet someone like that? he wondered. Someone you could love forever, someone who would forever love you back? And what did you do when that person was born half a world away? The math seemed impossible.

The speaker frames love as a problem of probability and distance: finding “someone you could love forever” feels vanishingly rare, and geography makes it seem even less attainable. By calling it “math,” the passage highlights the tension between rational calculation (odds, logistics, miles) and the irrational force of attachment. The line suggests a modern romantic anxiety—soulmate-style longing colliding with practical barriers like location, timing, and circumstance. The “impossible” equation conveys both despair and awe: the very improbability that threatens the relationship is also what makes the connection feel extraordinary and fated.