Bookaria - Love Hypothesis

I trusted the data, coincidence lied.
But somehow you altered the rules I applied.
Every touch had a purpose, a limit, a need.
But my pulse kept recording what I wouldn't read.
I remember your first presentation I hear.
The tremor in your voice, every trace of your fear.
I thought time had a way of erasing the past.
Yet somehow your memory held fast.
We were so afraid of a false positive.
We read every true thing as negative.
The error that mattered, the one we failed to detect, was calling this closeness a random effect.