perceive your life, in its exact and precise moment with all its jagged wounds and bleeding scars and broken smiles and flittering moments of happiness, as you would in the eyes of a stranger you can't seem to forget from all these years ago who only lives as a fading silhouette in your memories.
And I promise, lovely stranger, that they will see the magic in you that you can't seem to recognize in your own eyes.
and if all else fails, allow me to be that stranger and be the bright beacon of truth - that in all your flaws that you are truly magical and nothing or anything can be said to defy that truth.