I met her on a Thursday.
I talked with her on a Thursday.
I bought her a coffee and gave her my number and fell for her on a Thursday.

I called her on a Friday.
I talked with her on a Friday.
I bought her dinner and a giant stuffed bear and took her to a movie on a Friday.

I invited her over on a Saturday.
I talked with her on a Saturday.
I cuddled her and made her food and kissed her lips on a Saturday.

I ditched Church on a Sunday.
I talked with her on a Sunday.
My dad found out and whipped out his belt but it was worth it for her on a Sunday.

She was sad on a Monday.
I talked with her on a Monday.
She wanted to die and i told her why she shouldn't die on a Monday.

She cut herself on a Tuesday.
I talked with her on a Tuesday.
I scorned the scars that littered her arms so I held her on a Tuesday.

She killed herself on a Wednesday.
I talked with her mom on a Wednesday.
I held her corpse and painfully cried how much I loved her on a Wednesday.

I attended her funeral on a Thursday.
I talked with her on a Thursday.
She wasn't alone 'cause she took my heart with her when they buried her on a Thursday.