today.

Another monday, another week. A short shower and the usual plate of cereal acompannied me as the sun started shining, somehow the memories of the just ended weekend, the last one and many before can't rub off. Perfect, that's what we've called them. Perfect... sometimes it's too big of an adjective, but in this case, it might be falling short. The weekdays aren't bad either... Every day she amazes me. Everyday we amaze me. I never thought I could promise forever, but now I have; and every molecule of my being is backing it up. Forever... Perfect... the words crappy romance novels are made of. But they are, at the same time, words that have been plaguing my mind lately, and I mean it in a agood way.

Another monday, another week. Another adventure in this newfound life of mine. Five weekdays will be spent missing her, and the weekend will be for making up for it.

Another monday, another week. Grab my hand and let's go.