Love, for us, behaves like a non-local correlation: improbable, precise, impossible to decompose. Connection between our states remains invariant under every transformation life applies. Poetry feels natural here because it works like mathematics – compressing complexity into symmetry, pattern and minimal expression. Even at distance, we stay entangled, amplitudes aligned, phases coherent. You are the elegant constant that makes the whole equation solvable, you, my most beloved Mathematician.
