Your logical mind was too consumed by philosophy's numerical value that when your science heart got abducted, you instinctively thought mathematics was the culprit.
But my love for literature never faded its poetic hues that when I yanked your heart away, my personalized rhyme scheme became better than your listed trigonometric identities.
Your electrical fingertips were all too accustomed in filling up the empty boxes of grids and spaces that when I occupied your empty soul with what they claim to be 'love' they immediately began searching for numbers and hypothesis that will stood still equivalent to my constant affection from Newton's Third Law of Motion.
Your old guitar strings and deep husky voice never failed to create a perfect melody that when you notice how my body swing and sway across the empty hallway, you sang and strumed your strings aggresively as though why I keep dancing even when your lonely music sheets of notes was a little off-tune.
Your captivating eyes was constantly losing their spark that when you stare at my mystifying ones, we became connected like the bluish sea and sky. Since that day, I've became too obsessed in the romanctic attraction and tragic fate of opposite charges.
But you whispered to me that night,
"Yeah, I get it, we're opposites, but keep in mind that we won't ever attract."
Perhaps a single spark of attraction between us is unnecessary. Yet inside the ongoing rampage in my mind, I managed to mumble,
"I hate to agree, but yeah, we are both lost souls still waiting to be found."
You voice was twirling around the domestic part of my brain that ny foreign thoughts began squashing me like crazy.
'We are not the exact opposite, in fact, we're like charges. And like charges repel.'
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