I was never the type to believe in wishes.
Especially those 11:11 ones.
I mean-seriously, who does that?
And manifesting? Really?

But maybe... the universe wanted to prove me wrong.

It was a random Monday.
I hadn't seen him in nearly a month.
I was with my friends, clicking pictures of a college competition.
And then-
One of them looked at her phone and said, "Oh! It's 11:11. Make a wish!"

I laughed and shook my head.
Still... I made a wish.
"If he's the one, give me a sign."

Less than an hour later, he was standing right beside me-
taking pictures of VC ma'am.

And that wasn't the end.
From Monday to Friday, I saw him every single day.
And when I jokingly told the universe, "Fine, I didn't see him today,"
he appeared.
As if the universe was listening.

As if it wanted me to believe.

And from that moment on,
I started praying at 11:11.
Every time. Without fail.

What is this?