I had been practicing witchcraft since I was a little girl but it wasn’t until last summer that I got the cauldron bubbling. When you’re a curious child you build the yellow brick road on your own, it unravels as you go. The more I passed by, the more I wanted to see. The more I saw, the grander I got to be. I saw butterflies and I thought I could fly. I drank the spirit of lions, my first trip to the zoo. Disneyland at one years old became the stomping grounds for my magician’s parting trick.

At first, I didn’t know. You know, inspiration arrives on the surface and takes a train to the yellow brick. Over time, the potion begins to bubble from the bottom. You were the flame, my dreams were alight. At first, I didn’t know you were under my spell. I hadn’t a clue about you until I saw you. I didn’t know you could will someone into existence until I breathed you in.

You spend years tossing over what to put in and what to take out - if I only have three wishes what would they be? That was the hardest part. Self-editing my own insecurities. Self-unconscious my own demands. Eliminating the bad odours. I always wondered if nothing had been projected by the big screen, what would my love look like? What would it feel like? I poured my thoughts on to pages and papers. I consumed every literary text and listened to the poets. I watched the way the greats described it. I found the perfect formula that opened the door to you.

What they don’t tell the townspeople about the sky is that chemistry is a science and love is an art. What the planets and the night stars create is up for judgement by the land’s inhabitants. Magic is made and put into the hands of humans. You decide what to do with love when it arrives. We were seamlessly stitched together. The numbers that lead to infinity could be found in our arrivals.

There is nothing greater than the hope of love. There is nothing more holy than heartbreak. The whole wide world and all the galaxies that hug us - can’t make you hold my hand. I always felt so behind. Like everyone else had cracked the code before I reached the tombstone cave where my key lies. I thought by the time I’m ready for love, all the treasure would be gone. Gold stolen, wine drank. But I was wrong about that. Because there you were. Standing in front of me with honeysuckle eyes and orange sorbet aura. I dropped you in the ocean and saw the sun rise.

If life is a highway then love is a one way street. Someone gets lost and something is found. You were everything I knew I deserved. The long wait felt like yesterdays news cycle. A blank canvas was offered. You threw buckets of rain and I drew blood. Romance was art and love was war. Will we ever never know what the great american love story could’ve been? Only time can tell us now. While you think about what you’ll set a fire to next, I’ll be picking your pennies off the ground.