Theoretically | Love

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

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

But theories have limits. Entropy demands disorder. The second law whispered: Even passion cools. But oh— before the wave function broke, for

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

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