The Enchanting Curse

Magic took many forms since its discovery. Each had a different name. A spell. An enchantment. A blessing. A charm. The most resonating of all the names was a curse. A curse struck fear into those who had fallen victim. In fairy tales, curses would occupy villages and keep them from sleeping or ensure the death of every firstborn child. Realistically, many see curses as life-long diseases or other tragedies. However you see it, magic can be cruel, and whenever it is, it is classified as a curse, however, not all curses are entirely tragic or evil. No, this curse was fun, in it's own way. It had the power to unite and forge everlasting friendships. It could also, and this is why I consider it to be a curse, drive some insane.

Yes, this curse in particular would work it's way into the mind of an unsuspecting victim and turn each piece of their brain a different direction. Oh, it was powerful. It had the power to turn any skeptic into a believer of all magic. Once the curse was lifted, the insanity could not be cured. It made the victim obsessive, and blind to not just his surroundings, but the evils of his life. It was a dark price for that one benefit, but entirely worth it.

The curse had a very, very small jurisdiction. Just one town, a small one. It had been around for a few years, and many had noticed. They caught on once the smiles had been brought to their faces. The curse led them to meet new people, and share laughter. It valued friendship a lot, and would always end up uniting friends that have a very good chance of lasting far into their lives. Yes, all was well, and continued to be well for a long, long time, until it found its next victim.

A boy lived in that cursed town. He had also been involved with the friendships that the curse had begun to make. He was very open, and had amassed quite the social life, but he still wasn't happy. Something just wasn't right. Nights he spent ripping pages out of books, throwing objects, completely flooding himself in his own tears. This boy was distressed for seemingly no reason, but the reason was his skepticism. Everyone around him, his friends, his family, were believers of magic. They would tell him just how powerful magic can be, but he still had never seen it for himself, therefore he did not believe it existed. This made him the perfect victim of the curse.

The insanity had begun at exactly the same time of the blissful ignorance. He had accepted the curse, and it took his darkness away, as well as his skepticism. He slept less thinking about what his life was beginning to be subject to. He became paranoid, wondering why he, of all people, was chosen to be given such a gift. The obsessions had almost completely taken over his life.
This story, as you can probably tell, is different. It doesn't have an end. That's right, it stops right there, at the climax. It stops there because the story is true, and hopefully won't end for a long time. I am the boy chosen by the curse. The curse? That's you. You are the one redirecting my life away from the pain, while driving me to the point of insanity. I can't write an ending because I can't imagine one. I want to be cursed, and to be with you always. I love you.

Thank you for making me believe in magic.