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|I never told you And you will never know The secrets the stars whispered to me That night under the moon| Cover credits to: @LeroyGraphics

11:11

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by SilverFaith_

by SilverFaith_

I never cared much
about the time of day
until I met her.

Now I catch myself
constantly checking the clock,
waiting for all the ones to align.

11:11.

To her,
there was something magical about it.

Whenever she missed it,
she would sigh dramatically
and insist the universe
had wasted a perfect opportunity.

But when she caught it in time,
she would turn to me with that smile and say,

"Make a wish."

And every single time,
I could never bring myself to tell her
that mine had already come true.

Because all I had ever really wished for
were moments like that—
standing beside her,
watching her eyes light up
over something so small.

Now every day
I still look for 11:11.

Not because I believe in wishes,
but because somewhere along the way,
it became another way
of looking for her.