“I’m sorry she never got her miracle.”
“She did get her miracle, Landon, her miracle was you.”
-Nicholas Sparks, A Walk To Remember
Ask anyone about a miracle, and you’ll start a debate. They exist, they don’t exist, they’re the big shockers in life, they’re the little things every day.
Ask her about a miracle, and she knows exactly what she would say: all of the above. Because her miracle was him.
He existed, as solid as a brick wall, which was pretty much what he was during every argument they had. It frustrated her to no end. But now, he’s as solid as wisps of smoke, and she’d do anything just to have another argument with him.
They liked to say that her “yes” shocked the world. Because everyone who knew her knew that she wasn’t the marrying type. “It’s just a piece of paper,” she’d say. And every tiny smile that passed between the two of them, every quick good morning kiss and every good night cuddle, they were the little miracles that showed her she was wrong about the piece of paper.
Ask anyone about a miracle, and they’ll tell you that it’s a wonderful occasion, a once-in-a-lifetime extraordinary event that changes everything forever. But I look at her tears and I listen to her silence and I can’t help but wonder if she would have been better off without her miracle.
© Jade M. Wong 2016
Written for Writer’s Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge with the prompt of Miracles.
What do you think, guys? Is it possible for a miracle to hurt more than it heals?