500 meters

It was like jumping into an oblivion of space and time for fun and just hoping I wouldn't break if I crashed.

I'd fall 150 meters a second for her, and then everything would be floating for a while.

And she'd smile, and I'd fall 300 meters.

I'd spend a day away, and the thought of her would make me fall about 200 meters.

Inside jokes? 250 m. Smiles between classes? 100. Hugs? 100. Wearing her sweater? 400.

She'd laugh, and gosh, that was the worst. I'd be falling faster than I could think. 500 meters a second. Faster than I could grab onto anything, scrambling for some sense of security. But a part of me liked the freefalling, the wild way I hurtled myself into a void and just hoped, only hoped that she would catch me. Even the chance was so low and I was falling faster by the second, there is a unrealistically hopeful heart that we all have. Despite every single odd, mine continued to fall at about 500 meters a second.