My birthday is in 33 days and I already know that when I blow out my candles I'm wishing for you.

It's 5 minutes past 11:11 but I'm still wishing for you.

I have no spare change right now, but the next time I pass a fountain you bet your bottom dollar I'll find whatever change I have, throw it in, and I'll be wishing for you.

I don't know whether or not those are shooting stars that I've been wishing on, but either way I'm still wishing for you.

There aren't any dandelions in bloom, but if there were, I'd blow all the seeds off and I'd be wishing for you.

Because that's all I can ask for. You.