Call me crazy, but I’ve always been a firm believer in the 11:11 superstition. It’s simple- you see 11:11 on the clock, you make a wish. For as long as I can remember, I’ve had the same wish- to build a life with someone that I was head-over-heels in love with. Middle school, high school, early adult years- while others were probably wishing for money and success, I was wishing for the suburban dream.  I laugh thinking back at this now. Not because love was my priority, but at the irony in the fact that I didn’t have a clue what this kind of love even looked like. I mostly…