If you happen to have a chance encounter with the girl who finds adventure not only in dragons, leprechauns and garden gnomes but in the metamorphosis of a caterpillar and survival stories of the plainest of folks. If you ever manage to stumble upon the boy who loves colour black but dreams in all shades of rainbow, who writes about the setting sun as if it's the only miracle he knows. If he tells you that the solar system is nothing but gases and rocks, light-years afar but whispers a wish under his breath whenever he witnesses a shooting star. If she tells you she believes in no airy-fairy crap but curiously checks the horoscope of herself, of yours and of everyone who matters and smiles at the tiniest ray of hope.
If you ever find someone who saves a tear for every choice they can't make again. If you ever find someone who runs out of fingers once they start counting their blessings.
If you find the person who believes in magic enough to dare to let the wild in. Keep them. Keep them closest to yourself. And if you can not keep them, atleast don't turn them into someone else.