A/N: I wrote this in math class. But the product is okay, I gave it a thumbs up! This is a drabble - a short drabble. Don't kill me.

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My 16th birthday is when I first made the wish. I remember, because that was the day when I was finally able to kill Itachi. As I stood, glaring coldly at his mangled corpe, lying still in a pool of spilled blood, I wished desperately that I would someday have family to care about. That year for my birthday, I wanted someone to hold.

I made the wish again on my 17th birthday, properly, the way you're supposed to make your birthday wish: over a cake with 17 candles. All my friends were there. Unlike my previous birthday, I could relax and have fun. I remember, because me and my friends got drunk and I threw up all over Neji's shirt.

I met her on my 18th birthday. She was a bartender at the club my friends and I went to. I remember, because she told me that she liked my eyes. I remember that she had the prettiest hair you could imagine, long and shiny, running loose down her back. We shared our first kiss that very night.

We got into our first fight as a couple on my 19th birthday. I remember, because she said that she was never going to speak with me again. But a few hours (and several kisses) later, we made up. Her words had cut deep like a knife, but her gentle loving had healed the wound, good as new.

On my 20th birthday, I asked her to marry me. I remember, because she said yes. This was the best birthday present I had ever gotten.

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