I used to wish on dandelions and when the clocked said 11:11.
I'd scour the skies for shooting stars and fields for four leaf clovers.
I don't anymore.
But I still wish on birthday candles every year.
I'm not sure what I wished for last year or the year before, or even this year that but I continue to wish.
I don't know if a single wish I've wanted has ever came true but I know on multiple occasions I've wished for you.
Endlessly, for years.
I still waste my wishes because I still want you.