Theoretical conclusion: Love is the only force that obeys no law except its own collapse.
In a universe of expanding space, you were my cosmological constant— unseen, assumed, holding everything together.
And I would break every equation just to feel that singularity again.
But theories have limits. Entropy demands disorder. The second law whispered: Even passion cools.
I tried to solve for us: two variables, one equation, no unique solution. Just probability clouds and light cones that never touch.
