Monday begins chapter one, you and I, the grass and the loving warm sun. Tuesday turns a page, to a brand new day, I wrote down how I wanted you and I to be this way. Wednesday, a stuck paragraph full of absence, life was uneventful without your presence. Thursday sounded like a poem's verse, a little excerpt of how we converse. Friday was more than just a single line, it's not enought for all my thoughts, combined. Saturday you spoke a word, the world I truly and clearly heard. Sunday was one tiny full stop, to mark the end of the week, but the start of the next, which my love for you will never stop.
And Monday begins again, how I fell in love with you again and again.
I'm Janice, sixteen, but really, I'm three. I live in my own fantasy of endless imagination. I like the smell of new books and the wonders a camera can do. I laugh way too much.
And this, is my life.
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