Dear PolSci,
I think- if I don't tell you this at least now, at our parting- I would not be doing right by you; I will not be doing justice to what we have become, over time.
I have to be honest with you, I despised you when we first met. I had reason to. You called yourself a science and it felt like you were mocking my beloved Physics. I hated you for a long time. Call it attachment issues, if it will please you. But, nothing takes Physica away, alright? I still love her. I'm just not sure what I feel for you.
Over time, you showed me what you really are. You showed me something about myself that I hadn't realised till then. You showed me that I will love knowledge, in whatever form it comes. Now, don't take this to mean that I LOVE you. I just love you. I LOVE Physica. Understand? Good!
Anyway, I started liking you. You slowly caught my attention with all of your theories which perfectly blended with my thoughts when i tried to study you. I will be honest, that did not always happen with Physica. You read my mind- or perhaps, I read yours. Getting to know you was to see my thoughts look back at me. You showed me that I understand beauty. You showed me a different sort of beautiful. You showed me the mirror that my thoughts are. Life hadn't been the same after that. What, with your individualism and everything? How could it ever be?
And then when I was comfortable with who you are and what you would make me, I tried to introduce you to Science. The real one, alright? It was just beautiful how the two of you get along. That day, I made a promise to myself that one day, I will make sure that you and Science come together; become the best of friends. What's that point of hatred, eh?
More than a year has passed and I see myself looking at you like I looked at Physica when we parted ways- just not that tnostalgically. I will miss you, but I will not cry for you. I will miss making theories about the world and its weird tidings. I will miss you giving me the chance to speak about the musings of the world without stopping me, ever! But, I will not cry for you!
But, if this is the last time, I suppose I might as well say it. PolSci, you're a science!
I bid you a good life. I love you.
Yours Truly.
I think- if I don't tell you this at least now, at our parting- I would not be doing right by you; I will not be doing justice to what we have become, over time.
I have to be honest with you, I despised you when we first met. I had reason to. You called yourself a science and it felt like you were mocking my beloved Physics. I hated you for a long time. Call it attachment issues, if it will please you. But, nothing takes Physica away, alright? I still love her. I'm just not sure what I feel for you.
Over time, you showed me what you really are. You showed me something about myself that I hadn't realised till then. You showed me that I will love knowledge, in whatever form it comes. Now, don't take this to mean that I LOVE you. I just love you. I LOVE Physica. Understand? Good!
Anyway, I started liking you. You slowly caught my attention with all of your theories which perfectly blended with my thoughts when i tried to study you. I will be honest, that did not always happen with Physica. You read my mind- or perhaps, I read yours. Getting to know you was to see my thoughts look back at me. You showed me that I understand beauty. You showed me a different sort of beautiful. You showed me the mirror that my thoughts are. Life hadn't been the same after that. What, with your individualism and everything? How could it ever be?
And then when I was comfortable with who you are and what you would make me, I tried to introduce you to Science. The real one, alright? It was just beautiful how the two of you get along. That day, I made a promise to myself that one day, I will make sure that you and Science come together; become the best of friends. What's that point of hatred, eh?
More than a year has passed and I see myself looking at you like I looked at Physica when we parted ways- just not that tnostalgically. I will miss you, but I will not cry for you. I will miss making theories about the world and its weird tidings. I will miss you giving me the chance to speak about the musings of the world without stopping me, ever! But, I will not cry for you!
But, if this is the last time, I suppose I might as well say it. PolSci, you're a science!
I bid you a good life. I love you.
Yours Truly.
