I found you.

I don’t know what you are or who you are, but I know where you are. Because I found you.

A feeling that’s irreplaceable. Magic happens the moment I realize something is mine. Only mine. A feeling of possession. I claim you, care for you, and tell the world about you. It’s a dance between responsibility and vulnerability. A feeling so deep. So meaningful. All because I found you.

Sometimes this happens with a musician. Other times a lover. Or even a moment or a rock. Does it even matter? Have you ever seen a child find a shell on the beach? Magic, I’d say. All because she found it.

What happens, exactly? You know, the moment after I hold you. Own you. And tell everyone about you.

I’m something like a human torch. Everything I touch lights on fire. Anyone I walk by gets warm. Anything I look at melts. Everyone I smile at feels those flames. I really owe that heat to you. It’s all because I found you.

Unbelievable. Truly, it is. Have you felt it?

It’s simple, you see. All you have to do is reach out and grab it.

Then the magic will find you.

*This article is part of the ongoing Morning After series: short, reflective pieces on thoughts, feelings, and ideas about life. I write them the “morning after” a night out.