Matters Of The Heart
Magic has always existed in small ways.
To understand my story, you have to believe in magic, as corny as that sounds. Even a cynic like me has learned to believe in magic, or at least depend on it. A little luck here and there, coincidences, miracles. A student passing a test they didn't study for, your crush liking you back, a single mother somehow scraping enough money together to send her child to baseball camp and pay her rent that month. This type of magic goes unnoticed, or labeled as something else. Magic has always existed in tiny ways. Plain fact.
