maybe we weren’t for each other maybe we were just like group of stars desperately refracting light in the darkness
maybe we were just bunch of atoms aligned in a specific pattern ready to be dispersed to be a new cluster of atoms
maybe we weren’t a compound we weren’t like the other elements that were made for each other, to create an inseparable bond
maybe we’re just an element alone constantly waiting to be discovered constantly waiting to be classified to be put in a particular group contantly waiting for that chemical reaction to take place but time stopped so as our reaction
this is when i finished reading krystal sutherland’s our chemical hearts