there's this moment after every jump where i have to check if my hands are still solid. they always are. but the fear never quite fades — that one day i'll reach for you and find only air where you used to be.
there's this moment after every jump where i have to check if my hands are still solid. they always are. but the fear never quite fades — that one day i'll reach for you and find only air where you used to be.