The way I figure it, everyone gets a miracle. Like, maybe you hit the Powerball jackpot. Or a last-second jumper in the NBA Finals. Maybe you make it to outer space… or marry the Queen of England, or something. If you consider all the unlikely things that happen in all the world… you gotta think at least one of them will happen to each of us.

Turns out, my miracle was different. Of all the jobs in all the subdivisions in all the city of Jakarta… I wound up working in a law firm, where I met my current boyfriend.

From the moment I saw him… I was hopelessly, madly in love. If being wrong’s a crime, I’m serving forever. Due to our close proximity in both age and for no other reason I could ever discern… we soon became close to each other.
If being afraid is a crime, we hang side by side at the swinging party down the line.

Then he caught me cheating on him.

A lot changed in the months that followed. He and I sort of… drifted apart. But I never stopped thinking about him and hoping I’d get a second, third, fourth, chances. He was different. He was special. His life had become a series of unbelievably epic adventures and friends.

What a treacherous thing it is to believe that a person is more than a person. He was a miracle. He was not an adventurer. He was not some fine, precious thing. He was a man that made me let my guards down. It took me a long time to realize how wrong I was. And I was wrong about a lot of things. I used to believe everyone gets a miracle. And I still do.

But as it turns out… my miracle…
was him.

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