Every Day by Serge Gabriel
This may be the unpopular opinion but when people ask me, âWhatâs the most romantic thing you can give to another person?ââI always just have one answer: Every day.
The same blank stares and faces usually greet me when I give that answer because âevery dayâ isnât romantic.
Itâs not good-looking as its older brothers: Always, Forever, and Until-the-end-of-my-life which manage to make it to the end of every âIâll love youâ uttered in this world.
Iâll love you⌠always.
Iâll love you⌠forever.
Iâll love you⌠until the end of my life,
But, Iâll love you⌠every day?
No one ever says that.
Every day isnât romantic because every day is concrete, and concrete scares people.
Every day gives you the Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays an âAlwaysâ only tries to promise.
It gives you the Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays a âForeverâ only tries to give,
But, though this is the unpopular opinion, I do think every day is romantic.
And if itâs fine, I think I would love to give you that to you someday. If itâs fine, I think I would love to give you every day.
If itâs fine, let me love you.
And, if you do, I promise you no more mundane moments in your life.
Not to say that every date we will ever have will be filled with fireworks lighting up the night sky.
No, I donât have enough money for that.
But, when I mean no more mundane moments, I mean dinner will never be just a dinner,
Conversation will never just be conversation,
And when I utter the words, âI love you.â
I will mean them from the bottom of my heart.
Let me love you.
And as geeky as it sounds, I will choose you the same way I chose my first PokĂŠmon.
People think itâs funny when I compare love and PokĂŠmon but I donât think it is.
I mean, really, isnât love a lot like fire, water and grass sometimes?
Isnât it like fire?
When you see that person entering the room for the first time, doesnât it feel like thereâs an actual burning sensation in your chest that tells you, âI have to be the very best.â
And, when you finally get to talk to that person, doesnât it feel like a scratch, a slash, an ember, a flamethrower, a fire blast, a seismic toss, evenâhitting you all at the same time.
Isnât love like water?
Just like our bodies, doesnât it make up most of the world already?
But, thatâs not good enough for us.
Donât you drink it?
Donât you dance in it?
Donât you shower in it?
When it freezes over, donât you skate on it?
Isnât love like that?
Arenât we made up mostly of love?
But, thatâs not good enough for us.
Donât we love giving out love?
Donât you dance when youâre in love?
Donât you die without being in love?
Doesnât love give us life?
Isnât love like grass?
Isnât it just everywhere you look even though you never notice it?
Isnât it just there even though you step on it a lot of the time?
Isnât it beautiful to watch something grow from something so small to something so big?
And, when it dies slowly, doesnât a small part of you die with it, too?
Let me love you, and I promise I will love you the same way I loved my first PokĂŠmon.
Let me love you.
And whenever youâre sad or happy
Sleepy or hungry,
Or, strangely, all of the above, Iâll be there for you.
And, when youâre thirsty, I will be there to quench your thirst
Not just with love, but with water, or wine, or if youâre like me, iced tea.
Let me love you.
And, the only thing you ever have to be frightened about are the horror movies that we will watch together. I promise I will only close my eyes when you arenât looking.
Let me love you.
And, even though itâs physically impossible to own a ring as big as Saturnâs, I want to be able to show the world that my love for you will go beyond this one.
Let me love because I think youâre like the sun.
Because I think youâre brilliant, youâre bold, and youâre beautiful.
This may be the unpopular opinion but when people ask me, âWhatâs the most romantic thing you can give to another person?â â I always just have one answer: Every day.
So, if youâll let me, if I may,
let me give you all these days.
If youâll let me:
Let me give you all my Mondays,
And I promise you no more mundane moments in your life.
Let me give you all my Tuesdays,
And I promise I will choose you the same way I chose my first PokĂŠmonâ
A little unsure, at first, unbelievably excited, and like it was the greatest decision I would ever have to make in my life.
Let me give you all my Wednesdays,
And whenever youâre feeling anything at all, I will be there for you.
Let me give you all my Thursdays,
And I promise to quench to your thirst, not just with drink, but with love.
Let me give you all my Fridays,
And the only thing you ever have to be frightened about is being the most loved person in the world.
Let me give you all my Saturdays,
Because I want to give you Saturn, this earth, my entire universe, even.
Let me give you all my Sundays,
Because I think youâre like the sun.
Because I think youâre brilliant, youâre bold, youâre beautiful,
Youâre alive, and you give me life.
This may be the unpopular opinion but when people ask me, âWhatâs the most romantic thing you can give to another person?â â I always just have one answer: Every day.
So, if youâll let me, if I may,
let me give you all these days.
And, if youâll let me, if I may,
if Iâm not in over my head,
I do honestly hope youâll let me:
Start no day but today.