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6 Days [Not] To Love
By Valentina Morales
I met Monday the first week I arrive into town. It was such a lovable creature; smiley, caring and funny. There was beauty everywhere you looked. I broke someone else’s heart. Monday broke mine.
Tuesday was different. I met him while seeing Monday and it cured the scars I had from the day before and Sunday. How much laughter can a day contain? If it is Tuesday then it is endless.
Wednesday was a mistake. The kind of mistake you carry and reencounter several times in your life and ends up not being one; the most lovable of all, the most incomprehensible of all, the one that reappears over and over and wants to take over the weeks.
Thursday came and went as dawn and sunset show up. It never came back even though he was supposed to show up fifty-one more times that year. It only did it twice.
Friday was a relaxation. What a perfect definition for a day as it had all you want; peace, laughter, joy, excitement and adventure but as its name says, lacked of the most important thing; love.
Saturday is refreshing. It is unknown and unscheduled. It tries to leave a mark but then goes back to relaxation mode. I wonder if it is possible to develop feelings for a day that doesn’t have a proper definition and that apparently is not looking to be liked.
Wednesday does not get it must never come before or after Saturday. It never will because days were set before our time.
As I’m thinking about the scars and moments these beautiful days have given me, I realize today is Sunday and the day is gone.
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