To Whom it May Concern: Redefine Reality

If I was not just a figment of someone else's imagination. Maybe I'm a dream. Maybe my dreams are the ones that are actually dreaming. I think I was just wishing.

I wish a lot.

And sometimes my wishes come true. I wished for someone to love me for who I am. It came true. You're probably expecting for some twist to the plot right now, but it's not going to happen. She makes me happy.

Happier than I imagined.

I used to imagine meeting someone like her. Someone that understands me. Someone that was willing to put up with my outrageous bouts of satire and idiotical phrases that shame smartasses everywhere.

I love her.

And she loves me back. It will have been a year eight days from now since our hearts first joined together. I'll never forget how she made me feel. She made me hopeful. She fed my dreams.

11:11.

Was the time when I first dreamed. It meant much more than the time others make a wish. Our wishes were coming true.

And it was real.

I know it was. There was no way this was a figment of someone else's imagination. I wasn't dreaming, and my dreams were not dreaming either. My wish had come true.

And things are looking up.