if i could;

a Monday kind of love

the kind that we both roll over and pull ourselves out of bed for work, tired and groggy, but sit at the table to eat your cereal while I watch you from the couch. Partially dreading the five long days ahead of us, but also excited for a fresh start and the chance to get so much accomplished. You say your goodbyes, give me a tight hug and a peck on my cheek as you lock the door while I head in opposite directions. Losing each other in our rearview mirrors, but knowing we will see each other again soon.

a Tuesday kind of love

the kind that is directionless. You still don't know where the week will take you, but you're still going forward. A Tuesday kind of love is reality. It's paying the bills and running errands. It's conversation about what your boss did and what's expected of you this week. It's looking at each other saying, "we can do this."

a Wednesday kind of love

the kind that feels like we've almost made it, but that we're in a rut. It's the kind of day that tests you, the day that shows your strengths and weaknesses. It's the excitement of closing in on the end of the week, with the history of Monday and Tuesday behind us. It's the kind of love where you dance around the kitchen and sing along to your favourite songs.

a Thursday kind of love

Thursday is a date night kind of night. The week is almost behind you and the weekend in nearly here. A Thursday love is comfortable; you've made it through the rough stuff already. A Thursday love is a deeper kind of love. It tells you're almost there, just one more day, then you have freedom. A Thursday kind of love ties up loose ends, while leading you straight to new beginnings.

a Friday kind of love

the love that is fun, the love you yearn for. A Friday kind of love is the feeling of having endless possibilities and opportunities. You never know what the weekend could bring, but you're always filled with hope for the best. It's the kind of day where anything could happen, but either way you are happy and you are thankful.

a Saturday kind of love

a love that is busy or relaxed. You can make the day whatever you choose. You can sit on your porch and drink your morning coffee before going on a walk through the neighbourhood or heading to morning yoga. You have the freedom to go to your favourite cafe for brunch, or go to the town's biggest mall for some window shopping. A Saturday love is whatever you make it out to be, but it's always together.

a Sunday kind of love

the kind of love you roll over in the morning and have nothing scheduled all day. You can lie in bed until noon or wake up and cuddle on the couch watching back-to-back movies. A Sunday kind of love feels effortless; it's not Tuesday kind of love where reality hits you. A Sunday love feels like home. Waking up tangled in sheets together, looking into each other's eyes, laughing about what Saturday night might have brought. A Sunday love feels invincible, even though you know Monday is right around the corner. A Sunday love is beautiful, just like every other day of the week.