YOU ARE MY MIRACLE

I thought I could maintain control over my life. I fill my days to the brim, yet somehow, everything falls into place just as I intend.

But he doesn’t. He’s veered off all paths, disregarding life’s rules and the imaginary directions I once followed. Even my world, once inhabited by a weary, listless woman, has transformed into one filled with genuine happiness. And astonishingly, it only took him a moment to achieve that.

Once more, Merlin’s words reach me from afar: “When people grow weary of running away…”

I ponder – THE WIZARD. His words intoxicate me once more, leading me to retreat into deep reflection, where I’m oblivious to the chirping of birds, the hum of cars, the gentle caress of sunlight on my skin, and the playful dance of the wind upon my lips.

It feels as though I’m still caught in the embrace of last night. I can feel his touch on my body, the lingering scent on the pillow, and its absence. Why do I yearn for it? I’ve never once admitted to myself being wrong, nor fully embraced the notion that everything was right. I haven’t even allowed myself to relax. I always hesitate to make choices, constantly desiring something different. This time, it’s a concoction of conflicting emotions – guilt for its suddenness, reassurance for its correctness, and relief for its long-awaited arrival. Truth be told, I’ve never toyed with destiny like this before. This is my first time, and I must confess, I’ve been bested. Congratulations to fate.

Merlin’s voice persists: “But sometimes, the hardest doors to open are the ones that lead to truth…” When he mentions “door,” I envision the door of life itself, leading to an abyss of stagnation and shattered illusions. Who would have thought I’d find laughter amidst the wreckage? It’s as though my face was the glass vessel upon which someone carelessly hurled a bottle. The glass shattered, leaving scars. Yet, they’ve healed, and nothing has ever been quite the same.

Despite the change, I find myself laughing once more. Surely, I’m entitled to that, aren’t I?