Elizaveta and I were just strolling along. It was the day after she had slept over. Simply talking as we covered the long, deserted road. It was a beautiful April morning. The temperature was comfortable, all the plants were in bloom, and there were only a few light, puffy clouds in the sky. Everything was so green. This particular path was located in between two cornfields. The sun reflecting on the verdant trees lining the sides of the road gave even the dull concrete a slight green tinge. This was why I walked this road so often. Every day possible, I would spend precious hours simply walking on this road, often wishing only for the company of the girl that I loved.

On this particular day, however, Elizaveta had fulfilled my wish and was walking with me. I watched her and listened intently as she rattled about her mother's strict punishments. I stared at her beautiful eyes. They were dark. They were Earth. They were the embodiment of purity. Her lips kept opening and closing. Over and over they tormented me with a slight pout.

I lost track of what she was saying. "Do you think I can stay another day?" she was wondering out loud.

"I know it's fine with me," I replied stupidly. "Hell, you can stay as long as you want."

"Okay, I'll text my mom," she said absently, pulling out her phone. She gave out a half chuckle.

I smiled, suddenly dying to know what was funny. Seeing my curiosity, she held up her cell phone to my face. "It's 11.11." I smiled wider, surely now looking ridiculous. "Make a wish, and make it good!" she advised. She looked back down to text her overbearing mother.

As she was occupied, I saw a wonderful opportunity. "I wish . . . " I began. She looked up curiously.

"What?" She appeared puzzled. She could clearly notice the frustration on my face. "Lily . . .?"

I took a deep breath, letting every thought leave my mind except for one. Elizaveta. My brain was filled with every possible outcome imaginable. I let my breath out in a short burst and spoke quickly and closed my eyes, preparing for the worst. "I wish you would love me. I wish you would hold me. I wish you could understand. That I could understand. I wish to hold you. I wish to kiss you. I wish we could escape. I wish we could fly away from here forever. I wish for . . . for you in your entirety and-" I was cut short.

I thought I was choking. I couldn't breathe. My mouth was no longer forming words. Then I realized I wasn't choking. Elizaveta was kissing me. Me. And right in the middle of the road. I kissed her back, my lips exactly attuned to hers. She wrapped her arms tightly around me. She held onto me with such passion that I truly believed I might cry then and there.

"It's 11.12," she said without looking at the time as our lips parted. I looked up into her eyes and said nothing. She began to giggle. "You know, you're really only supposed to make one wish. And you're supposed to keep it secret." I let out a breathy laugh.

"I'll remember that next time."

We stood happily in the middle of the road. To any passerby, we were just two girls laughing at some inside joke. But in reality, we were two girls in real, true, passionate, long lasting love, and neither of us had known until then how the other had felt. We had simply sat in silence and enjoyed each other's company, neither willing to lose the other. But now we were both quite blissfully surprised to find how much time had been wasted.

"I can't believe you waited this long," she mused as she held my hand tightly.

"Honestly," I said, "me neither." She smiled and kissed me lightly.

Lame. I know. This was originally a poem, which is why the language is a bit strange. It wasn't originally about Hungary and Liechtenstein, either. It was about me and my friend. *facepalm*. Well, I don't know if you enjoyed my sappiness or not so review please.