I've blown out so many candles over the years. With the voices echoing in the background to make a wish. That part never changes. The place and the people change. Whatever the candle is on is never the same. But the wishes. The wishes are different every single year.
When I was little I would probably wish for a special toy or to get to play longer with a friend. I'm pretty sure I would also wish for that particular day to never end. My wishes were the simple wishes of anyone under the age of 10.
As I grew older the wishes changed. And I would close my eyes and imagine fame and fortune. Sometimes love and romance. Vain filled wishes of teenagers.
At some point the wishes changed again. Instead of wishing for love or ponies I started wishing for beauty. All I wanted was to be just a tad bit prettier. Maybe longer hair.
But last year. Last year, when they told me to think of a wish they didn't know I already had the perfect one in mind. So as soon as the voices stopped singing I would extinguish the flames, my eyes shut tight, wishing to be skinnier. Weightless. The perfect size.
I know I had wished for those things before my birthday last year. But last year just sticks out in my mind the most.
But this year was different. I've celebrated with different people and blown out candles on top of mousse, cake, even a can of clam chowder. but now when I close my eyes all I can think about is how much I want to recover. It's all I wish for.
Maybe my wish will come true this year.
I just know that every time I make a wish that voice in my head, the good one, will be whispering:
I wish I may. I wish I might. Have this wish, I wish tonight. I wish to recover.
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