Yesterday a friend of my, asked me to lend her a book, it was the one that you gave me when we were dating for five months. I took the book from my shelf and flipped through it, I stopped in a page with your horrible handwriting and the words ‘It’s monday, therefore I have to tell you that I love you’. And that’s when I remembered that you used to tell me that you loved me JUST on mondays. Because I used to get moody on mondays and you used to get sad because you couldn’t make me smile even though you tried, so you decided that the best way was to make me happy was to tell me that you love me. One day I asked you why just loved me on mondays and you said that because I was moody just on those days that you liked me better that way, I didn’t get it, now I ask myself why you didn’t like me happy. When I was about to give it to my friend. She told me that it was sweet, that you must have been really sweet, that I must have loved you awfully a lot. And I could just nod, she asked me why we weren’t together anymore, she asked if I still love you. I told her that because it seems that you could only love me on mondays and that I wasn’t made for those days, and that no, I don’t love you anymore. And eight months have passed, and I don’t get moody on mondays anymore and I do not love you anymore, and I have kissed more guys and some of them have fell in love with me, but the last time we talked was a monday too and it was too the last time I felt that I was really loved by someone. Now I’m still searching and I hope to find someone who loves me all week.
You used to buy me books and write through them words or phrases and while I was reading I had to link them, it was sweet.
