Chemistry

I saw you for the first time in chemistry class. You moved your arm around your head to shift your hair to the right and a few minutes later, you shifted your hair to the left. The following day you came to class with a purple hair tie around your wrist which you later wrapped around your hair. You scribbled quickly the important concepts in class yet the next day, your notes were clean and detailed. Each and every letter looked as if it was written by a calligrapher "If the two right elements are put together, they explode." Perhaps you made better notes back at the dorm. I never realized I paid so much attention until the day we grew up but never apart.

Never apart. It is true. Now we graduated but did nothing more, too deep into our romance, we had no time or energy to spare for another. I let out a sigh every time my mind replayed the same tapes. Scenes unfold when all I could see was green and all you could see was another, but when you looked straight at the camera, green turned pink. Green turned you. Scenes unfold when all you could hear was the prompt pound of your heart and the unreal steam from your ears, but when I looked straight at you, a pounding heart turned to flutters in your stomach.

We were far from what we envisioned ourselves to be but at the same time, we were somehow in the same place. We were happy. Sure, we had no money, and sure, we had no food. It was alright, as long as I got to see you and you got to see me. It will be alright as long as I wake up next to you and you wake up next to me.

A life lived in isolation, away from the rest, we were the only ones that mattered. It made sense. If you and I walked away from the friends we made and the family we loved, you would be the only one who mattered. You and I would be the only ones left for each other.

Every time you tied your hair up, it reminded me of just what I felt for you. You were a flower, and it was my job to give you all the more sunshine to bloom. I was a broken vase, and it was your job to put me back together. The both of us fulfilled our responsibilities, and it was our reward to stay with someone so perfect for the other.

So when you tied your hair up and when I was reminded of just what I felt, all my eyes could do was look straight into yours, linger down at your lips and meet yours again. All you could do was set your arms at my shoulders, and all we could do was take the tiniest steps forward so as to not rush the moment. Because that was all we could do. We had no other choice. We were captivated by the way we moved and we were held captive by the way we gazed.

And the next second was when I knew how right we were for each other. The both of us met our love halfway on the bridge. Unfortunately, we were too far from the surface. We ran decades, miles, emotions to at last meet our love's lips.

It takes me back to the day I met you.

"If two of the right chemicals are put together, they explode."

We were so right for each other.