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
















