" You remember how Mother used to say that love was the the most powerful magic of all?” I murmur as my tears spatter onto her face. I wait for her to respond, to move, to wrap those arms around me and squeeze.
But of course, she doesn’t.
“She must have lied,” I whisper. “Because the love I have for you? It’s… I’m certain it’s more than anyone has ever loved another human being in the history of the world.” My voice cracks, and I squeeze her tight against me. “If love were magic, it would have saved us long ago. "

― Jessica S. Olson , A Forgery of Roses