“I think you’re wrong. I think, in real life, magic happens every day,” he said, rolling over on top of me, staring down into my eyes. “But even if it doesn’t, who cares? I don’t need a happily ever after, J, I just need the ever after part. The adjective can be whatever. Up and down ever after, sometimes rocky ever after, crazy ever after—I don’t give a shit. As long as you stick around, we’ll just do the best we can, day after day.”
