Monday

But why does he hate Mondays? He doesn't have a job. He's just a cat. Weekends are meaningless to him.

Keeping track of the days by how many until I see you again. Wishing even weekends would hurry up and pass. Wondering if you think of me when I'm not around. Wishing you would show me if you feel anything at all.

I don't want to spend eternity in this darkness, waiting for you, but for now it seems that the only way I can be close to you is to stay here.