I use to wish for you on stars, when I saw 11:11 upon my clock, and when I threw a penny into the fountain at the mall.
I use to count how many times we had kissed, because they all meant so much to me. I lost count after 105.
I use to get upset when it was time to hang up the phone because you said you were sleepy. I was never ready to say goodbye.
I use to yell at you for breaking plans, missing dates, and putting other things before me.
I use to mean the world to you.