Narration/Immature/Incorrect/ (>^_^(>O_O)>

Dear Physics,

 It’s been a summer and a full school year of memories. I know how many memories we have with each other, and it’s been so cool. There were kinematics and thermal heat discussions, but shucks.., well it’s not me, it’s ..You.

 I mean physics, we haven’t even gotten serious, you haven’t even showed me your calculus, and I didn’t really graphed you with my… well the details don’t have to be explicit. I’m sorry this is so sudden, but you should have seen the signs. I don’t think I can do this anymore. I mean, I love you, but we aren’t compatible. I get sad when I’m near you, and I know you know this. We are just tolerating each other now. I mean look, you have others. Those engineers who get you deserve you more than I do. Much more.

 So this is a good thing. It’s been good. Yep. Bye. ;-(

 Love,

 Eugene W. Lau