the theory is 'energy is not created or destroyed', but every time i look at you or every time you speak to me i swear that energy is created and i don't know what i was thinking, you cannot fall in love with someone who defies laws of science. but yes i sure think about you a lot i think a lot about how you are probably the type of girl who never quite wakes up until half way through the morning and you are probably not a coffee drinker because i know how much you like tea and i wonder if you think about how much i think about this right before you treat me like the mud you sloppily stomped on during your walk to school. i also wonder if you notice the small details. i do not think you do because to you i am a single tiny leaf on the biggest maple tree in your city and you can only see that tree as a tree, a whole, you do not see it for every leaf every inch of bark every tiny twig every single atom that makes it look like a tree and you do not think about the color spectrum and light reflecting colors and what light exactly reflected what to make that tree bark brown but slightly green with moss and do you even wonder if the moss or the tree or the table next to your bed that embraces your books and current crocheting project is even real at all? did you just imagine them there?