I saw you today. I saw you yesterday, too. But it was Friday that I was with you. It was Friday that you looked at me, that you smiled at me, that you kissed me. It was Friday last week, Friday the week before, Friday the week before that, that I loved you. But today, yesterday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, I don't. What, my dear, is a love that exists, but only on weekends?