You take advantage of every 11:11.
Waiting to make a wish about him.
You don't wish for him, you don't wish for him to be wrapped around your finger.
You wish for his happiness, even though you know well that you could shamelessly take advantage of the magic of the time.
You pray for him to be happy, and underneath that prayer, under bed sheets late at night, with restless eyes, you pray for him to be happy with you.
Based off of prejudice built in daydreams you know he would be, you know you can make him happy.
You also know that someone else can make him happy, and someone else is.
Swallow your pride when he isn't looking, avoid looking his in the eyes, because you know your eyes will linger on his for just a second too long.
You want him wrapped around your finger.
