I remembered you the moment we first met.
Our future, our past,
entangled
like our fingers, our legs, our
souls.
Hours entangled.
Time isn't matter, rather
a steady constant.
That is unless
an object moves at relativistic speeds, then
it dilates, slows down,
doesn't
matter.
My soul recognized your relevance,
and so my heart dilated.
All time and space lost
in ours.
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