I believe in magic But not the kind that pulls rabbits from velvet hats Or hides coins in a closed fist. I mean the softer kind. The way two strangers can meet at exactly the right moment Calling it a coincidence when it feels more like fate. We were two wandering souls threaded through a thousand wrong turns Until the stars finally tugged the right strings. Somewhere above us, constellations are smiling pleased that their small, secret spell has worked. Tell me that isn't magic. Tell me that isn't the universe whispering: Look how carefully I placed the stars tonight Just so your path would cross mine. -Lyra Wren