Love Theoretically Guide

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. Love Theoretically

In string theory, every love vibrates at a different frequency. Ours? A low hum. Almost inaudible. Almost. In a universe of expanding space, you were

But theories have limits. Entropy demands disorder. The second law whispered: Even passion cools. In a universe of expanding space

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