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| They're so blindingly brilliant, and neither of us had an equation that could have predicted the other existed. We met over some doofy science, and mutual friends. We bonded over nothings, while maintaining distance, neither of us makes close friends easily. We became good friends over shared mental illnesses, and an ability to support one another. We met in person as friends, though the feelings were there, and it clicked. From then, things happened so suddenly we didn't really know what to do. We're scientists, not poets, we work in quantitative data, objective data, where possible, and here it was all subjective. Yet, here we are, two people with no idea what we're doing, working at it as best we can. Trying to navigate feelings we'd long decided we would likely never experience. We'd made peace with that idea. It's daunting and awkward, it's a risk, but we've taken the risk, it's worth taking. |
