Sunday was your lover. One who used to hold your hand when you’d go out for icecream, and then take long walks while talking to eachother. These were the times, and unfortunately, those times had seemed to halt. And they halted on your wedding.

And after the lights and the cameras, and the actions of the day vanished, Sundays vanished with them into his office, pouring over documents instead of indulging in a night of bliss with his “beloved”