Everyday for a month I’ve made a wish when the clock strikes 11:11 pm. It’s a wish for the impossible to be possible. All my life I have waited to find something impossible to be possible, then I met you. The possiblities seemed all too endless. I could make it through anything as long as I had you.

No, I don’t wish for a sports car. I don’t wish to be rich and famous. I don’t need any of those things. I don’t want any of them either. Maybe my wish seems more rediculous than those, but I don’t care. This wish is all I want when I lay in bed all alone at night.

So tonight I wish for the impossible to once again be possible. I wish for you. I wish to have you back because it’s the only thing I have left to wish for.