Mondays usually get a bad rep,
but I’ve never hated them.
Because Monday means you.
Your smile in the hallways,
the way your laughter slips into my chest
and makes everything feel lighter.
After long weekends that feel too quiet,
you're the reason I can’t wait to get back to school.
The reason i check the clock every five minutes,
the reason my heart starts running before my feet do.
You let me be emotional,
messy, loud, quiet, all at once,
and you never roll your eyes or tell me to calm down.
You just listen,
or tease me a little,
and somehow, It makes me feel safe.
You’re caring in ways that matter:
the little messages, the small smiles,
the hand you reach out when I didn't even notice I needed it
And then you’re sassy,
playful, a little mean sometimes,
and it’s impossible not to love it,
because that’s you: unfiltered, real and alive
You’re my light after long nights,
The calm hum that pulls me out of chaos,
My biggest supporter even when I don’t ask for it.
You see me, really see me,
and somehow make me feel like I’m enough.
Mondays aren’t so bad anymore
because you're in them.
And I’ve realized maybe love is like that:
unexpected, sometimes messy,
but worth every early morning and every heartbeat
that races when you appear.
You’re my monday,
and I can’t wait to see you again.
