Sunday

Sunday is a special day.
It is the first day of the week.
Or the last.
Depending on how you see it.
I like to think of it as the last day.
The last day because it is a special day.
Sunday is special for many reasons.
Reason 1: Postsecret comes out.
Reason 2: Church day.
Reason 3: A writes a new entry. Almost always.
Reason 4: I have lived one more week.
Reason 1 is a complicated reason.
I like church.
Except sometimes.
It's complicated.
Reason 4 is self-explanatory.
I like living.
Reason 2 is the highlight of my Sundays.
I love reading the new secrets.
It's a breath of fresh air.
Wow, how cliche of me.
It's chocolate to my taste buds.
Better?
Reason 3 is starting to edge out Reason 2.
I love her new posts.
They're refreshing.
Very.
It's like seeing inside of her head.
Like when you were little and a friend told you a super duper secret.
A pinky swear, bite your tongue, don't let anyone know secret.
A secret no one knows.
It made you feel special.
It made me feel special.
Like I was super important.
I feel blessed.
So I like Sundays.
Except for that little fact in the back of my head.
The fact that says: "You have class tomorrow."
Other than that.
Sundays rock.
Yup, I went there.