I’ve realised that when I feel heartbreak that I tend to describe it as losing that feeling of magic.Magic being blurry lights and new music.Magic being cold cups of coffee and unmade beds.Magic being rainfall and kissing. 

This was not always the case.Magic used to be faeries and goblins. Unexplored garden forests and treetops. This was the magic I knew before I got older and boys and love changed my description of magic. So I embarked on a project to search for the magic that I used to know that was not reliant on anyone else other than my brilliant imagination.

I climbed into the bushes in my garden to find little forests and hideaways that used to occupy me for hours,in a bid to feel the magic of my childhood.

This is the beginning of a quest to capture new feelings of magic,that can’t be taken away by anyone else.This is Project Magic

I meet you in a bar. I can see by the way you look at me that you think i’m beautiful.We drink beer and dance messily around the dimly lit room,to a song that seems so perfect at the time.Perhaps it was a Black Keys song.We dance together,you spin me and dip me and when you ask why i’m smiling,I tell you it’s because i’ve always thought slow dancing was severely underrated.It feels good to be slow dancing with you in a tispy haze.

We exchange numbers.You call me and ask how i’m doing.We have a pretty rudimentary conversation and you ask why i’m giggling.I tell you it’s because no-one ever phones anyone anymore.You ask how I feel about pizza on Tuesday night and I say I feel positively.It’s that simple.

We meet.You call.We have dinner.

You give me butterflies and I feel safe with you.You think i’m captivating and rare.And that is why we kiss.You give me a cheeky smile and put your beer down behind me,place your hands on my neck and in my hair and kiss my lips.I know in that moment i’m screwed.You know in that moment you want to screw me.

We see eachother a few more times,slowly adoring eachother more and more in time.I make you feel needed and manly and funny.You make me feel gorgeous and strong and desired.We spend time laughing and cooking and eating and playing.You introduce me to a friend as your girlfriend,and look at me out the corner of your eyes with a blatantly mischievous smile.I know that’s your way of asking me out and to me that’s the most romantic thing you could have done.I still give you shit about it long into our relationship.

One night we’re sitting on your couch.It’s cold and wintery and rainy.We made terrible pasta and still ate it. I lure you to your room with a beer for you and a beer for me.We get tipsy and kiss and make love.We laugh and smile at each other because we’re happy.So happy.Happy because it’s fairly simple.No agony and pain and complications.There’s plenty time for that.

And that is how I will meet you and fall inlove. Simple and beautiful.