Dear stranger
I've been wishing.
I've been wishing upon every star, on every starry night.
I've been wishing for you as I am tonight.
I've been wishing for you for the past 11 months and half, I hope I won't have to do any longer.
I'm turning 17 tomorrow.
My mum says I'm old enough to live.
She says I need to breathe, not only dream, for I've spent half my life dreaming.
She says I need to start.
To start living and not just seeing.
I wish I could live it.
I wish she knew that I wish to live with you.
I wish there was something, something I could do to have you by my side.
But if there is, I know not.
I guess I'll just wish for you again.
