Where the Magic Happens

I didn’t ask for you.

Didn’t seek out this… whatever this is.

But when the noise stopped and the lights went low, your silence sat next to mine like it belonged.

And now, every time you glance in my direction like you already know the ending...

I feel something ancient unravel inside of me.

Not fireworks.

Not explosions.

Just a steady burn I’ve never known before.

Something about your presence feels like the Universe is quietly breathing beside me.

And when you speak,

when you look at me like I’m the only real thing left in this unraveling world,

I remember why I never gave up on magic.

Because you and me,

that’s where the magic happens.

Always has.