There's beauty in the breakdown... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sunday She only writes on Sundays lately, it seems. It's the only time she lets the events of the past week imprint themselves into her mind. The rest of the time she is able to brush them off in the hustle and bustle of her daily life. There is always a class to go to, accounts to be balanced at work, chapters to read, laundry to be folded, calls to be returned. But, not on Sunday. On Sunday, it seems her whole world stops. On Sundays, he always crosses her mind. Whether she is regretting the events of a particular Saturday night spent walking next to him and browsing or the late night conversations of a Friday. Sunday brings the harshness of reality, of mistakes, of her life. It is then, and only then, that she gives herself enough time to miss him. It's the only time she really allows herself to realize that she still cares. Sunday is a day of reflection. It is on Sundays that she goes to church and allows herself to pray for their...well, whatever it is that they share. It is on Sundays that she used to see him standing outside the storefront, though he will be there no more from now on. It is on Sundays that he used to always be there when she called out for him. It is on a Sunday that she fell in love with him in the first place. It is on a Sunday that she continues to love him still. Oh, you came in with the breeze on Sunday morning. You sure have changed since yesterday without any warning. ("Sunday Morning" - No Doubt) 8:18 PM - 01.16.05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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