Imagine if Romeo and Juliet, Sabrina Carpenter, Albert Einstein, and Convenience Store Woman had a baby. I bet you’re wondering, ‘Why would anyone ever think of that?’ Luckily for me, I do not have to imagine. I have witnessed the nativity — the birth of my perfect love story.

   I was in F period Chemistry the day that we met. I read your name on the board and stopped for a second. I thought to myself, “Who’s Avogadro and his cool number? I’ve never heard of the name ‘mole’, how unique!” You remind me of green gardens, satin pillowcases, espresso, and 70s synth music. 

   I tucked my nonexistent hair behind my ear and tried to solve for you; however, I ended up with more questions than answers. What’s your favorite color? What’s your Spotify account? What’s your mass at room temperature? Are you and Avogadro just friends? The most pressing question of all: could we ever work? You’re not in my other classes, but I know you want to be. Since I also failed eighth grade algebra, I would have a hard time figuring you out. All of these questions led me to question myself, “Why do I want this so badly?” You are such a significant figure in my life, so I have to make it work.

   You give me everything my ex (eighth grade algebra) could not. You make math fun, you make my life easy, and I actually understand you. I am Queen Elizabeth, and you are the Shakespeare of my academic Renaissance. 

   However, every relationship has their obstacles. I learned about your past, empirical formula, and percent composition. It was hard to understand them, but I did. There are more units we must face in the future, but I know we can make it past them. Forget about the past; we are the future. You are my future. I know we’d have really good molar chemistry.