Fortune. Destiny. Fate. Callings. God.
These secrets of the human race, those tantalizing tidbits that lie forever undiscovered.
These beliefs for which there can never be enough witnesses, never enough stories.
I heard it, they’ll say. I saw it with my own eyes.
But the what-ifs are always stronger.
. . .
Do you remember- those days when we told ourselves that if we wished for something hard enough, it would come true?
Those nights where we’d close our eyes, clasp our hands together, and murmur, again and again, this secret wish, willing it to life.
Or maybe pluck an eyelash, hold it against our thumbs, whisper a prayer with our breath.
Please, we might have said- to who, I’ll never know. I’ll do anything.
This silent desperation: I’ll do anything.
The world was simple then, a game of trade, an eye for an eye. If we did this…
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