I remember when I was 6 my grandmother gave me a coin and told me to throw it in the nearby fountain. I asked her why she would want me to waste money like that and she told me that's how someone makes a wish. I ran straight over to the fountain, closed my eyes, and tossed the coin in. I wished the other kids in school would stop pushing me down in the dirt. I ran back to my grandmother to tell her what I has wished for but before I could get a word out she stopped me and told me not to tell anyone what I wished for, or it wouldn't come true. I wanted more than anything for this wish to come true, so I kept my mouth shut. The next day in school, during recess, I went outside and the kids that always push me down were talking to our teacher. I hoped they would talk to her the whole time and leave me alone, but their conversation was short. They started running towards me and I braced myself for their shove, but they ran straight past me. I immediately thought of my wish in the fountain. Maybe wishes really do come true.
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I'm 20 now and I'm still making wishes every chance I get. They hardly come true anymore, I think I've wasted the magic. I don't care, somewhere deep inside me I still believe they'll work. Sixteen years later and I still don't have more than 2. I've wished for friends before, I guess wishes don't have that much magic, people just don't like me and I can't help that. Recently I've been wishing for love. Not a boyfriend, but someone who cares more than normal. I wish for that the most. I've thrown coins in fountains, wished on shooting stars, and birthday candles. I don't think the universe is in my favor anymore. I don't think I matter to it as much. I haven't given up though. I've just accepted the fact that fate will find it's way. You have a better chance of finding what you're looking for if you stop searching, so I have.
My work shift finally ended and I could finally go home. It was somewhat of a long walk but I didn't mind. I liked being outside and just putting my headphones in. It's not cold out, so walking is amazing today, I might even take the long way home, it's not like I need to get home anytime soon. I turned around the corner and put my headphones in. I got my phone out of my bag and scrolled for a song I wanted to listen to. While my eyes were averted I hit someone and it felt like banging into a brick wall. I looked up to see a guy who appeared to be staring intently at something in front of him
"Sorry! I didn't seen you!" I called out. He ignored me again. Suddenly I was enraged. Where ever he was going couldn't be so important that he can't even acknowledge me. I rolled my eyes and continued walking anyway, trying to get lost in the music again, but I couldn't. He was taking over my thoughts. He was literally the only thing I could think about. I wondered what his name was, how old he was, what color were his eyes. I wondered where he was going that he so urgently couldn't even bother to glance at me. I dug in my pocket until I found a coin. I took an even longer route home, so I could make a quick stop. I looked at the water pouring from the fountain. I could see my reflection in it. I tossed the coin in and closed my eyes, whispering to myself, "I wish I could see that guy again." I have no idea why I thought wishing would start working again, but it was worth a shot. I couldn't get him out of my head.
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After work the next day I decided I'd take the long way home again, I didn't know where else to look. Sadly, no luck. I instead walked by the fountain again, made another wish. This went on for weeks. I hadn't seen any signs of him anywhere and I really was losing hope. I took the long way home after work weeks later, just because I wanted the walk, I wasn't even hoping to see him anymore, he was long gone as far as I was concerned. I put my headphones in again and looked down to scroll through my songs. It happened again. I practically rammed into a brick wall. I looked up and just as I'd been hoping, I was looking into bright eyes. They were green, by the way.
"Sorry, I didn't see you there," I said. He smirked at me and glanced over my head then back at me.
"It's alright, I wasn't paying attention either. My bad." He smirked at me again. He even at a glare that would hold your eyes. I was finding it impossible to move. I was hoping he'd just walk away, because I had no options.
"How bout I make it up to you? Join me for a cup of tea or coffee tomorrow?" he asked. Before I could even think of a response words started coming out of my mouth.
"Sure, I would love to," I heard myself say.
"Great, this time tomorrow at the coffee shop around the corner," he smiled again and walked off. I had just agreed to a date with a total stranger and I was happy about it. I still hadn't even learned his name or his age or anything about him, but now I was hoping that would change. I still had no explanation to why he was controlling all of my thoughts. Maybe tomorrow I'll find out he's awful and things will go back to normal.
