MAGIC

"They look so kawaii!"

I knew what those gossipy girls were talking about. I knew, but I wish I didn't.

"That girl is so lucky!"

Lucky? Lucky? That must be the understatement of the year. If luck was money, then that girl would be swimming in an ocean of thousand-dollar bills. She would have been richer than Bill Gates, who would be mediocre compared to her wealth.

"He is so hot! sigh I soooo envy her!"

Who wouldn't? I know for a fact that I do; very much so. He is everything that a girl could ever want. Soft, chocolate-colored hair, intense amber eyes, tanned skin, perfectly muscled body…And to top it all off, he was kind-hearted and gave a smile that could melt you into a puddle.

But I've never really seen him smile at me that way. Yes, he would give me small smiles to show his appreciation, but never the way he smiled at her. Those smiles were rare, and were only seen when they were together.

Who wouldn't be jealous of that?

"They're so perfect for each other…"

At first I had a hard time accepting the truth. I clung to him worse than a leech. I couldn't bear to see him with another person.

And besides, I had loved him for years! Loved him more than anyone else could have done! He was mine and nobody else's!

I sought to stamp out the chance of them liking one another, or any other girl for that matter. I hogged him like a spotlight, to the point that, I confess, he must have felt suffocated.

I saw the early symptoms. I saw him beginning to scowl less, being more friendly and approachable. His gaze softened when they rested on her, and a small smile would adorn his handsome face. He was, little by little, falling for her.

Foolishly, I played blind. I didn't want to believe my eyes, or heed my own common sense. I was—to tell the truth—selfish. I thought maybe it was just a phase, and that he would eventually realize that he loved me, and we would have a happily ever after. I was a girl after all, and I believed that by waiting long enough, and by stubbornly holding on to him, my prince would come back to me, and my fairy tale would finally come true.

But my prince didn't come back. In fact, now that I have thought about it, he never was here with me. I was just too blind to see that I was pining for a man that was never for me, that my fairy tale was all make-believe.

I failed to see that there were no us.

"Meiling-chan!"

I looked up, and there I saw her with him, both looking happy in each other's company.

I smiled and greeted in reply, "Hello, Sakura-chan, Syaoran-kun,"

Syaoran gave me a small nod of acknowledgement, and Sakura grinned at me cheerfully. I saw him turn to see her face, and slowly, his eyes softened, and a loving smile played on his lips.

He was in love.

The couple walked away from me, probably to head to their date in a fancy restaurant, or something of that sort.

She really is lucky. Sakura—that girl who was able to penetrate the walls that he built up around his heart. The girl who was able to crack the mask of a scowling young man to reveal a warm smile beneath.

How she did that amazing feat, nobody really knows. It was nothing short of a miracle, some sort of magic. Logic would not be able to explain it; it was in many ways impossible.

But then I realized, logic could never have explained it. Love couldn't be explained in rational and scientific thoughts. It just happens.

Now, our lives have completely changed.

Kinomoto Sakura and Li Syaoran, former rivals in capturing the Clow Cards, were now completely in love with each other.

And I, Li Meiling, formerly a clingy and suffocating fiancée, am now grown-up, knowledgeable, mature—and happily single.

What can I say? Magic can do seemingly impossible things.

And isn't love magic?

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purple and pink dreams