Sunday was absolutely smitten with you.

In fact, he had it so bad that he didn't care if you kept calling him by the wrong name.

Always calling him "Monday! Look at what I got!" or "Wednesday, you'll never believe what happened to me..."

Sunday didn't mind if you kept calling him by the different days of the week. All he had to do was hear your sweet voice calling out to him, and he would immediately come to your aid.

Sometimes Sunday had wished that the two of you were something more. He didn't want you like a best friend, but for now, he was content by simply being in your warm presence, unable to bring it upon himself to voice out his desires in fear of ruining what you already have.

A day like any other; Sunday was admiring your face, listening intently as you rambled on and on about your day (as per usual.) Truth be told, he was starting to get lost in his thoughts simply by admiring you.

All of a sudden, your words snapped him out of his trance. His heart skipped a beat– it was as if time itself had stopped ticking as those sweet words that he had secretly longed to hear escape your lips.

"Sunday..."