The End Of Magic

There comes a day in your life when you wish you could just hold on to it. You want to live and relive that day, you want to feel the tingly, tiny feeling that you felt for the very first time. You want to do it all over again.

We always hold on to things. We always hold on to things or people which or who are not the best for us.

Was it going to be any different this time?

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A page of her diary:

Today has been a beautiful day. I remember being tucked in earlier, in his arms and us smiling and looking at one another through the mirror. Then, we smiled even more like it was the only thing we knew to do. It is my favourite picture, my favourite memory. Although, we didn’t click a photograph, I have it drilled in my head and heart, and every square and inch of space within me that can help me hold this memory.

I asked him, “How are you expressing so much love, today?”

And, he kept saying, “I’m just happy. I am so happy today.”

It felt like we could be like that. We could just be happy. We’re humans and humans are empty souls wandering to define life and existence with a purpose. All we want to do is add meaning to our stinking lives. But, this was effortless. We being together, our love was effortless. And, so was happiness. There have been days when I’ve gotten up void off feelings and emotions, unprepared to face the tide of life or just a day. It was like getting up feeling nothing. It felt like hanging in the air but, with bones and flesh tacked in, within me. It was a forced gesture of life that made me feel only physically alive. Back then, I was just there.

And, today things have changed.

The next page:

“Today was a beautiful day.
But, eventually today will
Become yesterday.”

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We always hold on to things. We always hold on to things or people which or who are not the best for us.

Was it going to be any different this time?

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3 months later:

The Moon moves the tides, we wake up to the sunrise and sleep to a blanket of dark sky and stars. How can we not believe in magic?

She thought of life that way too. But, life had gotten more magical since he had walked in her life. And he told her that it is just the magic of the universe that has created life, him and her and everyone visible and invisible to them.

They made memories every time they met. She kept them safe in her diary. Pages filled in and diaries too. He then left promising to come back someday.

We always hold on to things. We always hold on to things or people which or who are not the best for us.

Was it going to be any different this time?

The fourth month:

Things were rough. Things were tough. Time was its original self. Conversations reduced and love was lost or unfelt. Everything hung on a promise he made. There was nothing to do, but to just wait.

Later that year:

The year was coming to an end. Christmas would begin and end too. Fake santa stories and tales spread. People baked cake and let the streets be lit. December was a month of an end. It ended her life and their relation. When he came back on her birthday, he didn’t know he would have to bring the cake to her grave. And, just like that for them, magic had come to an end.

We always hold on to things. We always hold on to things or people which or who are not the best for us.

Was it ever going to be any different that time?

Well, we’ll never know.