11:11 p.m.

I was remembering the way, when you first went away and I would call you at school (big impressive freshman that you were), you always reminded me that it was 11:11pm when it came around. You would sit quietly and wait while, for the full sixty seconds, I made my daily wish (always for you). I was struck tonight by the care in that simple act. You were so good at loving me. I am getting over you, it's happening, but I think that for the rest of my life I'll love you when I remember that. Every now and then, at eleven eleven, I'll love you for one full minute, as much as I ever did. I know that's not what you want, but it is going to have to be enough. Tonight, at 11:11, I wished that you would find a girl that makes you happier than I could. If you are half as good at loving her as you were at loving me, she'll be the happiest girl in the world.