It’s 11.11

It’s 11.11pm.

We used to make wishes and laughed together. We used to talk so much via texting; random chatter as well as deep conversations. We used to share many late night chats and became each other’s listening ear. We used to be able to talk about anything in the world until we even wonder if we would ever run out of things to talk about.

You told me I was your good friend. You told me you were comfortable with me and even let me into your world, little by little.

But everything has changed overnight. I sensed that you drifted away. You said you don’t have anything to share and that you are busy. Your tone sounds so cordial, as if we are just ordinary friends. 

Was it because of something I said? I wonder if I could just have one night to make it right again.

I know you won’t be here but my heart is waiting. I tried to keep myself busy but everything reminds me of you. My calendar is filled with memories of you; our first date, our random late night drives, our Christmas meal and more. My heart is heavy as I scroll through my picture gallery in my phone, recalling the memories we shared. Seeing your bright smile makes me smile too. I regretted not taking more photos but it is too late now. There are no words to describe how much I miss you.

Someday, the memories would no longer cause pain in my heart. Everything would be normal again. I would be able to smile and move on with life.

But now, all I can do is to wish upon 11.11 and I hope I would be able to get over you soon.