Falling makes you hit your head. Hitting your head hurts. So falling for you means I’ll get hurt, bad. Then why does it feel so good? Every second I’m around you, all my worries float away, as if they were never there in the first place. And as soon as you walk away, the weight comes back and sits right on my shoulders. It’s as if you pick it up for a minute without even flinching, like you’re some goofy, happy, super strong superhero who came to rescue me. Maybe you’ll carry me in your arms, away from the rest of the world, fly to the unknown—or maybe you’ll drop me, let me fall, hit my head and die.