On the day we meet, we kiss.
I just look in the mirror holding my head in excitement.
On Friday, I notice the mark that your lips left on my neck.
I just lay around anxiously.
On Saturday, the texts start to feel awkward.
I cry for the first time.
On Sunday, we don't talk.
I hit my personal best in the 5k.
On Monday, the mark on my neck starts fading.
I have my first green tea in months.
On Tuesday, you text me that thoughtful message.
I listen to your favourite song on repeat.
On Wednesday, I don't think much about you.
I get myself as busy as possible.
On Thursday, I start texting other men.
I fail to fall asleep.
On Friday, I text you and you seem distant.
I get jelaous and want to get back at you.
On Saturday, the mark on my neck disappears completely.
I tell my friends that I'm not going to obsess over us anymore.
On Sunday, a guy on the bus smells just like your laundry detergent.
I cry. Again.
On Monday, I start going crazy again.
I run my personal best in the 30k to calm myself down and nearly throw up.
On Tuesday, you ask me how I am.
I start to write again.
On Wednesday, a guy asks me out on a date.
I agree in the despeate attempt to regain the sense of control over the situation.
On Thursday, you feel light years older than me.
I can't sleep and I keep my phone next to my bed which I never do, checking it anxiously every half an hour.
On Friday, I feel like I'm never going to find a better match.
I start eating smaller portions again.
On Saturday, I wait for hours to reply to your messages.
I decide to get a new student's job.
On Sunday, my friend starts showing that he likes me romantically.
I feel out of your leauge.
On Monday, I decide we make no sense.
I take a rest day.
On Tuesday, you feel like a child to me.
I confirm the date.
On Wednesday, I feel like you don't care.
I go on a pointless date with a pointless guy who is nothing like you. I start to miss you.
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