Do you believe in magic in a young girl’s heart?
That song used to spend days traveling through my mind, stuck in my head
But it has me thinking
Do I believe in magic?
Do I believe in love?
Since when were those two the same thing?
Does love magically come upon you?
Are you suddenly stricken down with this love that incapacitates you?
Or is love a slower thing?
Does love creep alongside you until you suddenly realize you’re in it?
Is it like boiling water and you’re the frog?
If it comes up too fast you’ll hop away, but ever so slowly it’ll cook you till you’re dead.
I’ve decided that no, love is not equivalent to magic
Not because I believe love is real
Not because I believe magic isn’t
More because magic is all tricks
And love is not just a treat