Magical

My best friend is in a hospital. He is suffering from a disease with a name I can't even remember. Just kidding, the doctor said it is a kind of pulmonary disease. Well, it is something that hardworking people often get when they think their bodies do not complain and feel they can still handle it. I hope I got that right. Whatever.

Anyhow, while he was lying in the bed and I was seated beside him, we were talking about something when he suddenly mentioned the word magic. I was thinking how come he said it. Oh, I remember. I was about to leave when I threw him this question: who is the person you have in mind you want to be with here tonight? I volunteered a name and that's when he said, no, we lost the magic.

Then I said back, yeah, you are right. Love is like magic...it is something that appears unexpectedly, and something that disappears when you thought you had it with you. A hearty laugh followed soon.

But true enough, magic is there with true love. You feel you are a different person yet you remain the same you are. You think and dream with high hopes and expectations without any doubt in your heart. Your world becomes meaningful that everywhere blossoms colorful and vivid imaginations of beautiful memories. Around you is a love that conquers your own world like ...magic.

And there is nothing you can do but be enveloped by this magic. No matter what it takes.

I think once in our life, we feel that way. And we always long to feel that beauty, that magic. Whew, I wish mine would come anytime now. Just wonder.

My friend is sick. And we talked about these things. That is the beauty of this friendship.

Magical, isn't it?