An asshole once gave me wise advice: Never time travel.
In other words, a wise man once said to never look backwards -- this way you fall down the stars.
Time travel, indeed. Suppose I did it anyway. There are laws of time/space, and even more for time/love. A mathematician can devise the equation. A nuclear physicist can break love into waves. Rachmaninoff can compose his third piano concerto, too.
Which hormones flood a female's brain post-fornication? No one needs to time travel after very good sex. That's an insult to the sex. So what are these feelings, just hormones? Hormones and timing?
LetH = hormones
T = timing
R = the ability to remove oneself from the past
L = longing for whoever held you to do it again, this time longer.
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