Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.

Roald Dahl

I'm scared.

I know you're scared too.

But we no longer have each other hands to hold.

But we no longer have each other arms to wrap around us.

This feels like a goodbye from the car window.

This feels like a goodbye as you drove away from my doorstep.

As I watch you fade away in my bittersweet illusion, I keep on wondering.

I'm wondering whether the second time would be as magical as the first time.

I miss you.
So much that it freaks me out.