I told him I was falling in love, and
he gave me a list of the hormones
being released in my brain. I always
found him dissecting his feelings
under a microscope until his eyes
hurt, and then he was too tired to
make love to me. He found the slope
of my curves instead of touching
them. I told him he was losing me,
and he explained it is physically
impossible to break a heart.
He calculated the rate at which
I would leave him. I ran faster.