I used to love Wednesdays, waiting patiently each week for its arrival like a child on Christmas. You\'d be here with me, rain or shine because Wednesday was our day. Now it\'s nothing but a day of mourning. A day painted with the memories of our past. I still lay with your ghost beside me, holding me like you once did, giving my forehead those sweet yet small kisses I now long to have again, an ever-present reminder that I lost you. Still, every Wednesday I wait, hoping for those 3 dots to spring on my phone and once again fill my life with the light you took when you left.