"11:11, make a wish" i said quietly, staring down at the silver watch dangling from your wrist.
"how do you manage to catch every chance to make a wish?" you questioned.
"wishes mean a lot to me. theyre the only thing keeping me going," i answered honestly - a lot more honestly than im used to being.
you stared at me. not like the kind of way other people stare at me ; it felt nice.
"i dont know, its silly. but i like the idea of being able to want something really, really badly & getting it, instead of having to pray to some god. wishes dont always come true, but you know that going in. you dont blame the big guy in the sky if things dont turn out."
"i like that," you replied. "thats wholesome."
wholesome.
i'd never even heard anyone describe something as that.
"so what do you normally wish for?" you asked, locking eyes with mine. god, just your eyes take the breath out of me. i stalled, not knowing how to respond. i should just laugh it off, say something like "a lifetime supply of green pepper pizza".
"you," i whispered. i felt the red rushing to my face. my eyes jolted away from yours, searching for an escape from this too real situation. your watch. i stare at its face rather than yours. its soft tick, tick, tick is the only thing i can hear. one hand moves forward a position, & its 11:12.
"think its too late for me to make a wish?" you wondered aloud.
"never," i replied.
you held my hand, interlocking your fingers with mine.
"us."
