Magic is that moment when you stare deep into the eyes of somebody only to realize that your fates are entwined. The mind uses trickery with it’s hormonal triggers rendering you enslaved to the thought of that significant person. The heart skips, one…two…three, beats as you loose your breath and get carried away by their beauty. Your face gets flushed, not because you’re that much flustered as it wants you to seem, but just because the blood comes rushing in after your heart momentarily went rogue. Your knees wobble a bit not because you cower, but only because the oxygen deficiency had you temporarily in paralysis. Your speech quavers not because you’re not eloquent, but simply because your brain speech rceptors experienced a synapse lapse. You’re always good enough it was just tiny glitch in the matrix, hence the experience is dubbed magical.
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