Make a wish, he said. I smiled shyly, because I knew I had only one wish. It was the same I had been making for a very long time. As I was lost in the endless pools of your brown eyes, as I drowned in the dimples of your smile, I would make the same wish. It was simple, nothing special. I wished you would see how beautiful you are. I wished you would see everything that I see when my eyes open in adoration to you.
I’ll play along, though. I’ll make my usual wish. I crinkle my nose and eyes, and recite my tired old words. You don’t see the sadness curl my lips, as a tear sneaks out of the corner. My words caught in my throat, and I coughed them away. My tired lies slip out again, as I choke back old useless emotions. My heart has long become acquainted with being given freely with no return.
For the first time, I changed the you to we when I made my wish. Could I have just been reciting the wrong pronoun all along?