She was one for me. She wants not love, it's gravity she's after. Things that can be felt, but never touched. She wants the effects of the Sun and all the sciences. The radiation tingles her biology. Her heart begs for that chemistry and her pulse is all acceleration. She's thinking of physics now, dreaming about soul mates. Two forms of energy that were once, one. She was one for me. I grew to love her. Then she was no longer my general speed. Her body, scents of relativity. Perhaps she is the same as me but doesn't feel the pull. She's special.
-jaebi
Fiction Scientist
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