Each fleeting touch, a whisper in the cosmos, dances light-years away through the veils of time. I close my eyes, and there you are, shimmering with the ghostly luminance of a hundred mingling dreams.
The neutrinos, they say, pass through all and leave naught but a tremor in the static of being. Yet, in your absence, I find their ungraspable silence a starker echo of the heart's quiet rebellion.
How do we measure the intangible glimmer of moments shared in the twilight of yesterday? When memories unfurl like old photographs in forgotten drawers, gracefully tainted by sepia shadows and unspoken promises.
You were the anomaly, rare and untamed, echoing softly against the symmetry of a universe more predictable yet unbearable without your luminous anomaly.
As I pen these neutrino notes, I find solace in the realization that love, like its shadowy particles, defies explanation and logic—bound only to the memory of sensations felt but never held.