I felt this for you and only you

There's magic even here, in the gridlock, in loneliness, in too much work, in late nights gone on too long, in shopping carts with broken wheels, in boredom, in tax returns, the same magic that made a man write about a princess that slept until she was kissed, long Golden hair draped over a balcony and fingers pricked with needles. There is magic even here, in potholes along back country roads, and not having the right change (you pat your pockets), arriving late and missing the last train home, the same magic that cause a woman in France to think that God spoke to her, that made another sit down at the front of a bus and refused to move, that led a man to think that maybe the world wasn't flat and the moon could be walked upon by human feet. There is Magic. Even here.

One day while scrolling through Facebook, Pedro saw a post from an old friend asking if anyone was interested in a part-time job working with children. He spontaneously decided to reply. When he walked in for his first day he was greeted by the "most beautiful woman he had ever seen", Erika. From then on, where there was one there was two. They taught classes together, shared stories and at times acted like kids themselves. When the school year was over without even discussing it they both decided they would not be returning the following year. That summer they went on their first date and the rest is history.

You were you, and I was I; we were two before our time. I was yours before I knew, and you have always been mine too.