And I would break every equation just to feel that singularity again.
I tried to solve for us: two variables, one equation, no unique solution. Just probability clouds and light cones that never touch. Love Theoretically
In a universe of expanding space, you were my cosmological constant— unseen, assumed, holding everything together. And I would break every equation just to
In string theory, every love vibrates at a different frequency. Ours? A low hum. Almost inaudible. Almost. you were my cosmological constant— unseen
But theories have limits. Entropy demands disorder. The second law whispered: Even passion cools.
We met at the quantum level, particles unsure of their own spin until observed. You looked, and I collapsed into something real.