Wishes

I took some time to look through my old diary today. Made me remember that I always had the same wish on my birthdays, or whenever I threw a coin into a fountain, or whenever I blew dandelions, whatever opportunity that came. It was always the same wish. I wanted it so badly.

It never happened. No one, nothing - granted my wish.

Do I grieve over it? Of course, but not really for me. For her.

The girl who wanted her wish to come true so badly. I read through all her entries, and it was always the same thing. Now she's gone, and I'll never get to see her with the only thing she ever wanted. All there is left of her are these entries, and now I have the pen. }