11:12
I don’t get excited when I see 11:11 anymore. Maybe that’s because I can’t think of anyone when I see it. Or wish for anyone for that matter. I used to. I used to believe that it’s true and that someone is thinking of me. But now it’s just another time, another grain of sand of time; it doesn’t mean anything.
Maybe someday, someone would come and prove me wrong, but until then.
