Mass is not proportional to volume.
A girl as small as a violet.
A girl who moves like a flower petal is pulling me toward her with more force than her mass.
Just then, like Newton’s apple, I rolled toward her without stopping until I fell on her, with a thump.
With a thump.
My heart keeps bouncing between the sky and the ground.
It was my first love.
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