Friday

Like everyone else I long for you to come. this week looks too long I don't know why. Waking up every morning hoping the week days will pass. I know you wont last, also I know that I will forget you once you have passed, but I know you possess fun. for I know I will get drunk and lose it, for I know there will be too many girls to think of my wife. on the next day obviously I will remember her as the love of my life. when you come, as it usually happens. so many will mess up, only a few will get home on their A game. some will get laid and forget as if love is a game. On Monday, to think of you I had too much on my mind, I can share it with you if you don't mind. days passed so fast, now I can feel the sound of you coming.