WHEN I WAS YOUNGER, MY MOM TOLD ME ABOUT 11:11. It was a time for the hopefuls, for the lovers, for the dreamers, for the unfortunate, for anyone really, to make a wish.

A wish that soon would come true.

She told me if I wished hard enough, at the exact moment, it'll become a reality. As a child, I dreamt for nothing but happiness.

Happiness for my family and myself, because that's also what my mom told me about, a sad life; is a wasted life.

It took me years to realize that 11:11 was just a joke. A lie. A scandal. Something to just keep children like I was occupied. My wishes never came true.

My wish for happiness never happened as my mother became depressed and killed herself at work. Dad and I were confused to as to why she did; no one really knew.

11:11 for me meant nothing; nothing at all. Until Michael Clifford entered my life.

It was 11:11 pm when we met

11:11 where I finally wished again

11:11 where I finally realized that it was all Nothing.

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