Dear Monday,

I think I’ve fallen in love with you.

Most times when I see you all I want to do is break down yet somehow I can’t say I hate you because it’s in the midst of all your madness that I begin to fall so painfully in love with reality.
I walk down the halls and pass faces so familiar, yet holding so much mystery. How can it be that I spend so much time around these people and yet I don’t really know them?
I’ve fallen in love with strangers, Monday. With people I’ve lost in passing. With people who are right next to me yet somehow gone.
I’ve fallen in love with ups and downs and dead ends, screaming and fighting and laughing at it all, tumbling around and around in this beautiful chaotic mess we call life and waking up on Monday morning. And sometimes you are my worst enemy, Monday. But yet I’ve fallen in love with you, and your way of making me adore the bittersweet.

It’s so painful, sometimes, to go through life like this. It’s easy to get hurt when you fall in love with things you know nothing about. You never know when the day will come when they’ll turn around and be something completely different than what you thought.
I’ve been sitting here, passing through life quietly and simply, but then how have I fallen so quickly into the immensity of it all?

I guess I’m a dreamer, monday. I’m not hard to impress. I fall wildly and unexplainably in love with the smallest things. 
I can get hopelessly lost inside my own head, in a person’s eyes, in a singular moment in ordinary life, in the immensity of the present.

And I hate it, Monday. I hate what I’ve lost, I hate what could’ve been, and I hate this mask i can’t seem to take off. And more than anything I’m simply burning with hatred for this beautiful, beautiful symphony of madness life is playing in my ears.
And maybe this particular happenstance of painful things has made me go head-over heels nostalgic for this life I’m living.
Because, as I lay on my bed, staring up at my ceiling in despair, I started to laugh uncontrollably, and tears started to well up in my eyes that this life thats filled with knots and chips and dead ends could end up to be so unexplainably beautiful. 
I think I’ve gotten hopelessly lost in this maze of a life I’ve found myself in, monday, yet somehow with every turn I round, every impulsive and probably incorrect decision i make i find myself increasingly content with getting a little lost today, maybe even hopelessly lost. I’ve found it’s sort of fun, monday, to round the bend not knowing what’s ahead of you, thinking you probably should’ve turned left a while ago, then seeing you’re back where you started and laughing at how utterly, hopelessly lost you’ve become.

And isn’t that love, Monday?

So there you go, Monday. Thats what I have to say. No matter how many times you push me down I will continue to stand up because I am a firm believer that this life is a beautiful one. I’ve fallen in love with strangers and I’ve become hopelessly lost and maybe I’ve turned down the wrong road but I’m a dreamer, monday, and some may call this fire hate but I think I’m audacious enough to call it love. And so I hope you can understand why I think I love you. Because I do. And when I started this, I thought this might turn out to be a hate letter, but now I see it’s a love letter.