The truth is I’m just a mundie. I can’t see the beauty or the horror that surrounds me.
The truth is I’m just a Muggle. I can’t Accio the remote or Floo to my best friend when she’s crying at 3 am.
The truth is I don’t have the Force or a magical wardrobe or a cursed ring.
But I can be whatever you want me to be.
I can smile.
I can listen.
I can care.
I can care so deeply that it rips me apart inside.
But you didn’t ask for that. That’s not the me you wanted.
And so I smile.