But oh— before the wave function broke, for one impossible moment, we were entangled.
In a universe of expanding space, you were my cosmological constant— unseen, assumed, holding everything together. Love Theoretically
In string theory, every love vibrates at a different frequency. Ours? A low hum. Almost inaudible. Almost. But oh— before the wave function broke, for
I tried to solve for us: two variables, one equation, no unique solution. Just probability clouds and light cones that never touch. for one impossible moment
But theories have limits. Entropy demands disorder. The second law whispered: Even passion cools.
