Butterfly Kisses and Other Miracles

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I hated biology the moment I walked in the door.
Chemistry was no different
and don't get me started on physics.
You see, my brain doesn't work in numbers
or elements
or theories.
It works in words
and literature
and poetry.
It works in ways of stringing 26 letters
into just the right order
to make someone feel something
they've never felt before.
Or that they've never stopped feeling.

But,

the chemistry between you and I,
the amount of times I wanted to hold your hand
multiplied by the years I wanted to spend with you,
divided by the heartache,
was a language I spoke.
The chemistry between us,
was the greatest science of all.
And the only one I could ever understand
without really understanding at all.