Magic

My best friend is a magician.

No, I don't mean it in the way that our friendship is magic, no. I mean it in the way that he does magic. Card tricks, pulling rabbits out of hats. Smoke and mirrors.

I'm too rational for magic, I quickly understand his tricks, the way he pulls the cards, the way you think he has an ace of hearts in his hands but it was a joker all along.

He says i'm not the best audience. That instead of awstruck and admiration he gets a curious girl asking him to do the trick again till she understands how it happens.

But I admire him.

 I truly do.

I love each individual move he does while doing cardistry, and the way he loves his magic gets me full of excitement and admiration even if it's not my passion. And this sorta gets back to the first sentence I mentioned.

Yes, my best friend is a magician. 

A freaking good one. 

But the greatest magic I ever saw is the magic in his eyes while doing what he loves.