“My desert-island, all time, top five most memorable split-ups, in chronological order.” If there’s one opening line I can recite verbatim it would be this, taken from Nick Hornby’s High Fidelity. Up there with some of the greats. Apologies Hornby, while I semi-steal your gambit for a beat, for here are my top five, most memorable wishes, in chronological order.
Britney Spears’ ‘…Baby One More Time’ album to miraculously appear in my Christmas stocking in the morning
To become a writer
That my big brother is going to be OK
To meet a great love: my forever crush and a kind person, who makes me laugh the hardest, who colours in the dullest of days
My family’s good health and happiness
All of the above have, thankfully, been granted to me over the years. If this is hanging titillatingly on the edge of smug, do not worry, there are plenty that have still yet to come to fruition (a far longer list). It doesn’t matter though, if we are to really pick them apart, the DNA of a wishes is that they are almost entirely good and future facing. Willing something, some mercurial thing, into being.