Love Theoretically -

But theories have limits. Entropy demands disorder. The second law whispered: Even passion cools.

But oh— before the wave function broke, for one impossible moment, we were entangled.

And I would break every equation just to feel that singularity again. Love Theoretically

In a universe of expanding space, you were my cosmological constant— unseen, assumed, holding everything together.

I tried to solve for us: two variables, one equation, no unique solution. Just probability clouds and light cones that never touch. But theories have limits

We met at the quantum level, particles unsure of their own spin until observed. You looked, and I collapsed into something real.

Now I study dark matter— the invisible mass of what we didn't say, pulling at the edges of my days. But oh— before the wave function broke, for

Theoretical conclusion: Love is the only force that obeys no law except its own collapse.