Should I Willingly Fall

I am living in a bubble.

A beautiful bubble.

Light reflects from the outside and blinds me on the inside.

I do not mind though. I accept the light willingly, reaching for it.

Like a cow drawn to grass.

Being inside a bubble is not what many people think.

You can not actually touch the bubble, or else it will pop,

and you will fall soundlessly for God knows how long.

One day I saw a boy outside of my bubble.

He was blurry but I could tell he was very handsome.

His eyes were black and cold, but his eyes brightened the closer he got to the bubble.

Can he see me?

He smiled slightly and began to reach for the bubble.

I reached towards the boy's hand hopefully,

He was just a few inches from the bubble.

My eyes grew wide as I realized…

He's going to touch the bubble.

My breath hitched...

Should I willingly fall?