By Grace Schultz
I didn’t check to see if I was jumping into the deep alone and as I fall, I’m scared you didn’t jump with me. I have closed my eyes so tightly, refusing to open them; maybe that’s why I’m terrified. An extension of Schrödinger’s cat, you have simultaneously leaped out with me while also anchoring yourself further to the ground above. But if my eyes remain closed, the distance between the water and I remains infinite. And even if it hurts when I decide to look, I know that it’s always been what it was always going to be, and it will all be okay.