Quantum Superposition

Right now, my heart is with Schrödinger's cat, waiting for you to open that box and reveal whether an atom has decayed, the hydrocyanic acid released or not. I understand… you maybe don't even know yet, yourself. And so my emotional state is in a quantum superposition, simultaneously optimistic and pessimistic… my heart, both alive and dead.

And there is absolutely nothing I can do to make you open that box before you're ready.

Not without possibly unbalancing the system… shifting the probabilities… and not in the direction that the poor cat would want…

So I wait. I try to keep my chin up. I think about those beautiful eyes, and how they've so often found themselves locked with mine… and hope, and hope and hope and I hope…

And I wonder… I can't possibly imagine you opening it early… but…

What if, fearing the answer yourself, you let the box sit… unobserved… unopened… And after all, you won't have an excuse. No legitimate reason to reach out, not right away… Especially if that atom did decay…

Leaving my heart to remain existing in all possible states all at once…

How long will I be waiting?

And what will you see, when you open the box?