Theoretically - Love

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

Now I study dark matter— the invisible mass of what we didn't say, pulling at the edges of my days. Love Theoretically

And I would break every equation just to feel that singularity again. But theories have limits

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