I was only a young boy of 16 when I fell in love with Biology. It was a love that had the seal of approval of everyone who cared to give it.
My parents approved and so did Biology's guardian, Mr. Yasser, my high school biology teacher. Things could only go one way from there and a few years later Biology and I were exchanging our vows in St.Medica's chapel, to death shall do us part. It didn't feel so much a union of two as a reunion of what is meant to be one. Fated, inevitable.
She loved me for my religious interest in everything to do with her.
She loved how I could always see through her at a glance. "You have a knack for me, y'know", she used to tease. I loved her for loving me and loved her exuberant love of life. Never a dull moment with Bio, I thought.
Yet, few years in and the dull began to creep into my life. For all her exuberance and colorful display, Bio turned to be very boring in bed. Our weekly love-making turned monthly and then stopped altogether save on days of national holidays. Conversation thinned out as I gradually discovered that she was more flair than substance more glam than grit. I stopped loving her and she hated me for it but there was nothing to be done about it.
Meanwhile, Miss Mathematics and I had been meeting up in secret for a few flings. Unlike the good-natured home-loving Bio, Miss Maths was a wholly different beast. She was moody and unpredictable and very very inscrutable. She showed no signs of the effusive flamboyance of Bio. Very dull and drab. But in bed! In bed, Miss Maths can make you sing in Cantonese. A small window onto heaven, she is the gods best PR stunt to date.
But also unlike Bio, Miss Maths never truly loved me.
I who would at a drop of a hat give up my all for her love, have always been met with lukewarm disinterest. Sometimes I wish I could walk away from under the devil's spell. But I know that she only need as little as a wink and weak me will go back crawling to have my 15 sec peek at the heavens.
