“Maybe it was wrong of me to believe a lot of things.
But loving you was never one of them.”
I confess. Maybe it was wrong of me to believe in magic, even beyond my limited childhood wonder. To see the stars and the moon in the night sky and once again be reminded that I was built from the same particles. To see lightning strike out in the distance and still feel its electricity and know that a similar static fires off in my brain, reminding me to keep breathing. Keep living. Maybe it was wrong of me to believe a lot of things. I needed to believe in the possibility of more than just magic so that I could muster the strength to survive. Because stars would never stop shining as long as they still had fuel to burn. But, if you take nothing else from here, know that I never doubted my love for you.
© Sarah Doughty