For my 18th birthday, I only wanted one gift - a stack of blank scratch paper that he used. My friends laughed at me because I was the only one who knew that it contained the temperature of his fingertips and a half-written formula.
There is an entire galaxy-wide subject gap between us. He is a genius in physics and I am a master of English. Until that summer, in the intermittent signal of the old man's mobile phone, his last text message contained only three words: "It's dawn."
Secret love is one person's chaos, so if our names are side by side, does it count as a victory?
Purpose: campus love