About a month or 2 ago, or perhaps even longer. You had made me a promise that I doubted the moment it came out of your mouth. Still you insisted and after much persuasion I finally relented. I believed you.
For a long time since I was a kid, Wednesday had always been a hated day. I don’t really remember the reason any more but it was the skipping of Wednesdays in school that started my streak of hooky playing. I do however remember that it was somehow associated with my dad for what reason now, I really can’t seem to recall.
I spent much of my life crying or running away from things on a Wednesday. Maybe the day itself just hated me as a whole. The blame game again is what you’re probably thinking. So maybe it is just that but me and Wednesday, we just never had much good history.
So your promise had been an almost remedy to that. Wednesday would have been a day I finally started looking forward to in the middle of your very busy week. For you see, what you had promised me required much will and determination from your side. One that caused my smirk in the first place.
“I promise I’ll come back early every Wednesday from now on.” Why Wednesday I asked, remembering my rather quaint ‘affinity’ with it. Your answer had been simple and clear cut. “Because Wednesday is in the middle of the weekday so it balances out my time spent with you from the lack of time of the other days.” How much I smiled after all your sweet talk and attempted promise thinking that finally the Wednesday curse would finally go away.
I’m not sure you ever stuck to that promise because I remember a lot of Wednesdays where you weren’t even here. And I am left alone at home wondering what I should eat because you were elsewhere having dinner without me by your side. The excuse had always been “its a family thing la, all guys or it’s work. The office is celebrating something and I’ll be back soon.” Your soon was never soon.
Many days I sat curled up on the couch not really watching but counting down to midnight instead. The day I remember the most was that week I was sick, and had only 2 apples the whole day. When you finally got home you sat on the couch for a while and went up to shower. The next thing I know, I found you fast asleep on the bed. That night, I almost went home. I felt a strange repulsion towards you and felt my heart loosen it’s grip.
And to be honest, ever since that night, holding you has felt somewhat awkward. And it’s a new Wednesday where once again I am left standing alone with 2 tickets I got especially for you for a movie you had been waiting for since you watched the first one come out.
And I’m stuck with the decision of whether to laugh or to cry.
(edit: wtf. okay i change that line. tickets to a concert because i returned the movie tickets forgetting i had a concert to attend. stereophonics baybeh! XS)
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