Did you think of me?

Last night...
...did you think of me when you walked in the familiar warm rain?
I thought of you as I gripped the same umbrella I had that night, one year ago exactly.

I had coffee with a dear friend in a dim cafe next to the cathedral.
I found it impossible to turn my eyes away from the church.
Ten thousand drops of rain streamed down her face and pooled at her feet

and I thought of the year, and the tears...my tears, easily ten thousand...

and then the bells chimed the hour.
And I was brought back to that night, so magic, still there, every second in my mind.

Then silence...
...and it was gone...like magic.

And that's the thing about magic, all an illusion; the thrill is in believing it's real.
For a moment, suspend what you know to be true and just be amazed, but just for a moment.
Then, you must accept reality...the magician is but an ordinary man.
Otherwise you are a complete fool,
going through life believing in magical powers of David Copperfield...

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