The most powerful magic of them all

You know when you're little you hope you'll have one day what's constantly shown in the movies? And then we grow up telling ourselves that's never going to happen in real life? Or how you grow up wishing you'll have a perfect birthday like you somehow you believe you deserve? Well, OK, that last one is probably only me for growing up with Jehova's witness parents that would never let have a real childhood. Anyhow... it happened. My perfect moment, my perfect holy crap this is romantic moment.

Paulo decided to take me to the beach for my birthday as I had asked like a million times. It's not that it's a big deal as Santiago is like an hour drive to the ocean, but it still means the world to me because it was a nice break from this freakingly insane city. Actually I knew I was out of the city only through the smell of the pines and ocean, it was all I needed. We arrived to the coastline shortly after the sunset and I led him through the rocks to make love... of course I wasn't going to miss that oportunity! And then we simply laid on a flat rock. Paulo said: "let's wait for a shooting star and make a wish". And so fate would have it, a bright shooting star passed by above us and we made our wish. I might never get mine, my happy ending. Endings are usually the saddest part anyways, the beginning and the parts in the middle are the good ones, and this was the one in the middle I like the most so far.

Our night wasn't over yet, we went to have parmesian oysters in a nice restaurant at the shore of the beach. We drank a little. We laugh. We talked. No argues, no worries. We were us once again, simply us. No one else. I love him. I truly do. I feel like I love him enough to make magic happen, like make a shooting star wave at us when we're happy. I hate knowing that odds are not in my favour and he will never take my hand to stay with me forever, but I decided to smile at every single second I'm with him. I shall enjoy the love of my life do my best not to screw things up. My wish to that shooting star was to stay on that moment, forever. And, even though the shooting star power is only enough to make me remember forever, I shall take it anyways.

It was true magic.




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