Magic was real; as real as cold winter nights when you finally snuggle into your warm bed, or those sunny mornings when you feel indomitable and nothing can ever bring you down., or when your favorite song comes on the radio. the moment you change the station, or when you're having a bad day and you come home to find your mother had cooked your favorite meal.
Sometimes it was more than that. It was the kind of magic you read about in books. The kind that speaks of fairytales and myths; of heroes and knights; of kingdoms and realms, and monsters and demons. It was the kind of magic you dismiss as soon as you close your book or turn off your TV. But that doesn't stop it from existing. It's always there and always hiding.
Sometimes it was more than that. It was the kind of magic you read about in books. The kind that speaks of fairytales and myths; of heroes and knights; of kingdoms and realms, and monsters and demons. It was the kind of magic you dismiss as soon as you close your book or turn off your TV. But that doesn't stop it from existing. It's always there and always hiding.