His dreads sway in the wind, my long locks doing the same.

His bulky legs bringing him closer to me, faster and faster I sprint. I'm out of breath and thirsty. His arms are soon wrapped around me and my feet dangling in the air nowhere near the prickly grass they had come to know.

He whispers in my ear, his warm breath so close to me that it makes me shiver at the familiar feeling of butterflies.

"I love you".

"I love you too".

I smile at the pure look of happiness spreading across my new boyfriends face.

Did you know it's a Tuesday?

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I ran my fingers through my hair and try my best to act like it's no big deal that he told all of us he likes some mystery girl. I inhale as much air as I can and make a noticeably loud sigh. My friends turn to see what's wrong and when I see the love in his eyes I can't help but shed a tear. I lift my self up and exit the once esteemed café. I hear his footsteps as I turn the corner and slide down on the floor.

"It was you, the mystery girl I was talking about".

"Do you love me"? I ask because he's so perfect and I'm so not.

"I do each and everyday".

"Even on the second day of the week"?

"Each and every Tuesday, I promise".

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Andre and Tori. Our names worked well together, perfectly. It didn't matter whether they were written on a music sheet or napkin or program. They just worked. Just like us, we knew that. How? Look at us now; sitting here on my couch watching cartoons throwing half of the popcorn playfully eating the rest. Perfect. Which day? Today to be exact. Tuesday.

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Tuesday.

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