It was so very odd that she did not desire someone to treat her the way that people in love are supposed to treat each other. What she really wanted was the bitter coldness of a young man incapable of love, in pursuit of adventure and beautiful things. The truth is that her whole life she knew exactly what she was looking for: something so different from fairy-tale love. She had never pictured herself with someone perfect who treated her right, because she knew that good love was perfectly boring. And when she fell in love with him it felt so right because it was not the love that she always heard about and dreaded; it wasn’t really love at all, in the happy conventional sense. It was an adventure, a journey, a wild ride through the night with no headlights. It was so perfect for her, but he was just a chemist with a curious fascination with the way their souls reacted when mixed. After the experiment had ended, his short-lived love of her presence left her longing to learn so much more about him. The scent of him she recognizes when he’s near her in the crowd of people as the days rush by. He is a standard in her heart by which she measures every other human feeling, every relationship. Nothing comes close.