It was 11:11 as I made my daily wish.
"Please, make sure I am loved by someone romantically and become the luckiest person in the world. Thank you."
I know, so shallow of me. But I was fifteen years old and all of my friends had a boyfriend or girlfriend. Seriously, EVERY. SINGLE. ONE.
When I'd ask them how it was like to be in a relationship, they would describe it using the words of "flying above the clouds," "heavenly," "memorable," and such. They said they felt like the luckiest person in the world.
Well, guess who wanted to feel that?
Yup, me.