Fridays

I saw someone complain on Facebook about how it's not Friday yet and it won't be for a few more days.  I couldn't help, but to think about it and here's what I came up with:

I no longer fully understand the anticipation for Friday.  Sure, no more classes, or getting up early for those who only work or go to school those days, but I still don't get it.

I'll admit that I do still wait for Fridays, but they seem next to nothing without you.  I wait for the day we can be together for longer than a few hours, longer than just a day or two.  Even a week doesn't feel the same. 

Waiting for Friday is like waiting for the sun to come up in the morning.  It'll come.  Waiting to find out when I get to be with you again is like trying to figure out a ridiculous math problem on two hours' sleep.  It's just difficult.  But, I know I'll get it eventually and I know I'll see you eventually.  It's just tough, that's all it is.

I am sad that we don't get to see each other often.  The feeling of waiting for Friday is nothing like the feeling of waiting for you.  A lot of the times, it's lonely and hard and I just can't stand the feeling, but I'll see you again.  I know I will.  I just need to hang on and fight the crowd.  I have to fight past the work and the people because at the end of all that will be you. 

I really can't wait to see you again.  Even briefly.  You make everything feel better all the time.  I don't know how, but you do.

I just wanted to say that I miss you.  But I love you even more.

Yours Always,
V