Wishes.

Every 11:11, the one birthday candle a year, the eyelashes that fall, and the rare but amazing times you catch a shooting star in the sky. I think of you, don't worry, you'll never read this, so i haven't told the secret. But everytime i wonder, am i wasting these wishes? I have now started wishing you away, not away from my life, but from my heart. These feelings that have been floating inside of me, for over a year now. The ones that ruined alot of things, changed me greatly, you know the ones? If you can live your life, so can i. I'm done waiting, because i'm seriously waiting for nothing. So from now, every 11:11, the next birthday candle i blow out, the eyelashes that will fall out, and the next amazingly rare shooting star i see, i'll be thinking of you, just not the way i use to.