Forever

Love is the Tuesdays.

I always thought those four words meant that love was bland, tasteless, routine and fated to fade into nothing given the right amount of time.

I hated the thought of living my life according to a schedule, stuck in a series of endless Tuesdays without the blissful fellowship of solitude.

And then, there was you.

I fell for you before I had fully acknowledged your existence and I loved you before I realized I had even developed feelings. I’ve grown so accustomed to having you around, it’s hard to remember a time when you weren’t there.

You make me happy and it’s not anything special you do.

You’re the first person I want to tell my good-news to and the only one I want to be around when the world is being mean. I don’t have to be anyone else when I’m with you and when I think of having you as my plus one for the rest of my life…I know I’ll never be bored at an event.

With you here, I finally get it, love really is the Tuesdays. It’s me getting back from work and you coming to the door to give me a hug. It’s you listening to me tell you how I spent money I don’t have to buy something that I probably didn’t need. It’s you teasing me, laughing at my jokes and tickling me till I’m gasping for air.

It’s you talking to me late at night and enduring my incoherent babbling as I fall asleep. It’s you trying all my cooking experiments and telling me how great of a chef I am even though I’m sure you’ve had to treat food poisoning one too many times. It’s you just being here and going through life with me, one day at a time, day in and day out as we both weave through a series of endless Tuesdays.

Love is the Tuesdays and I’m glad I’m stuck in this loop with you.