But then nighttime comes along, the goodbye inevitable, and you wake up on Monday morning alone, ready to start another tedious week. You tuck your weekend away and become the person you don’t really want to be, pretending you aren’t managing to get by without the person who matters most, the one that makes everything easier, just waiting for the weekend all over again, when you can finally be together. I don’t want to wait anymore, and I’m tired of hiding.
