Two thousand, one hundred, ninety-two:

the number of 11:11 wishes I wasted.

I used to wait for it,

anxiously,

just so that I could wish for your happiness.

I didn't want to be selfish, and wish for you to love me

(I wanted you to love me because I made you happy)

so I'd wish you'd be happy,

and spend the time I wasn't wishing for your happiness on trying to make you happy.

I tried so hard to fulfill your wishes in order to fulfill mine.

But you were never happy, and I was always sad.

Eventually

I stopped watching the clock.

Tonight, though,

I saw it.

11:11 in red digital font.

I didn't know what to wish for.

This time

I wished for me.