She was magic
though she barely knew it
I saw it in how she moved
Heard it in how she spoke
and I felt it
when her hair fell from her shoulder
like a stage curtain pulling open, revealing her smirk
as she glanced back at me
creating those magical moments

Like a golden thread that holds pieces of your life together
Sewn and weaving together each special memory
…and having the alertness to recognize it
…happening right in front of your eyes
…that’s magic

Those were the moments she created
Bastards like me weren’t even supposed to be here
But I am.

I am.