The Scientist:
A scientist I am; always yearning for an answer. Longing to unravel all the ambiguity that surrounds me.
All because curiosity churns my stomach like someone who swallowed a pebble and can’t get it out.
A scientist I am in love. Constantly craving for an explanation of my feelings towards you. "What is love? Why do I love? And most importantly why do I love you in particular?"
It is not curiosity this time. It is something beyond it, something even harder to get it out because it is not just my stomach that aches; it is also my mind, and my soul.
Something which is not just physical, not even notional, but metaphysical – something beyond human senses or feelings, beyond what can be established by scientists.
Perhaps I am becoming a mad scientist. I don’t want to. And to avoid reaching this phase, a scientist got to do what a scientist got to do: experiment, try, and test to get a viable proof, maybe not a proof to the world, but merely to him.
Albeit, no matter how much I designed and tried, the scientist in me is a human afterall.
So, I fell in the cracks of randomness, clumsy experiments, uncertainties and jumbled proofs, that one experience when in love.
But I am an unwavering tenacious scientist. I never give up.
So, I went to proceed with my subject. However, this time it was you.