Theory of Love

My name is Rose, twenty, just an ordinary university year 2 student, but something happened when I met Jack. He's not just a guy; he's like some rock star crossed with a hippie, but with a genius mind. Jack, the 21-year-old sociology major, is so different from everyone else-chaotic, brilliant, weird in the best way. He challenges everything, always arguing just to see where ideas will lead, and he makes you question reality with every sentence.
He's the type who would rather talk about Symbolic Interactionism at a party than engage in small talk. It's like he's wired to see the world in systems and patterns. That's what drew me in-he's not just smart, he's unpredictable, like life is some grand experiment to him.

So, I've decided: I'm going to get close to him. Each step I take toward Jack, though, feels like a deep dive into his theories-The Social Construction of Reality, Deviance, Game Theory-terms I barely understand but can't stop thinking about because they're all part of him. But will I be just another subject in his social experiment, or something more?