Every Monday when my love was here, we would have a Monday day date.
Our first one wasn't really suppose to be a date. We were not in a good place in our relationship. In fact, we had recently decided to go our separate ways. He just came back from spending most of the year in a different country. We were going to meet at my favorite store in the mall, which is already romantic on its own, but meeting there was even more so.
We had a awkwardly great time that day and it started a little something.
We got back together.
And we continued having Monday day dates while he was here. I loved them. When every one else was working or doing usual Monday things we were on a date. It brought us closer. It was so special to me.
He left to go on another adventure in a far away land now. Sad face.
Monday's make me miss him a little more but every Monday that passes I know that he is closer to coming home to me.