forensics.
i'm laughing as i write this.
i was a mess, and the only thing i like about this is that you were a mess as well.
you once confessed that, despite having wanted me in one of your classes, you felt frustrated at my presence.
"god damn," you said, or at least something along those lines, "but you correcting my mistakes wasn't annoying, it was attractive for some reason. no one ever dared do that. you were a breath of fresh air."
now that i look back at this, i find all of this absurd. especially since i know you weren't lying.
you couldn't even keep away from my lab table.
