Wish

You’re something like a favorite song. A song someone loves so much that they’ll sit in their room for hours just listening to this one song. You are the wishes of birthday candles, of four leaf clovers, of angel numbers, of ladybugs landing on me, of seeing a shooting star. You are every wish I have ever made. You are something only the luckiest people ever stumble upon, and I just so happen to be one of those people. I trust you with everything, every secret, every sweet nothing, everything. You are truly the only person to see me for who I truly am, and still want to stay with me. And for that, I am glad I spent all of those birthday candles, four leaf clovers, angel numbers, ladybugs, and shooting stars on a wish. A wish I never thought I’d get. Yet now you speak to me, something real and something pure. Everything I've ever wanted. Everything I’ve wished for.