The heart is a quantum field, entangled microscules in a cosmic dance. Every glance an observation, split into realities, kissed by waltzing strings. Imagine, if you will, a love story sung by graviton whispers, orbiting rotating black holes of ancient emotions. Where is the line, my dear, between particle and wave, between you and the echo of your laughter scattering starlight across my universe? Embrace the uncertainty, for your touch is the only measurement I acknowledge.