All my friends had girlfriends. I began asking when it was my turn. I wished for shooting stars, and at 11:11 all the silly things you could think of out of desperation.

One night, I went to bed. I wished again it had become a routine. I was slowly losing hope Wishing on shooting stars is pointless.

When I woke up the next day, I woke up by something warm on my forehead. I fluttered my eyes open, noticing a guy smiling above me.

“Morning baby” she smiled THEY GAVE ME A BOYFRIEND