Saturday Morning Thoughts

I’ve recently joined a rare species of people who hate weekends. I know it sounds down right stupid, the idea even, but I have my own reasons.
Well considering I am a working professional makes the above lines even more surprising. But let me tell you my reasons for hating weekends comes in a super cute package.
Like most other stories go yes this one also has that pretty element called a girl. Not really the poetic kind who could describe her in perfect words and won’t even try. But she’s pretty , seems down to earth on the first impressions a bit of style freak looking at the outfits. Just the right mix the girl is. For her I am just the onlooker, the guy on the skywalk maybe that it but for me there’s a lot more to the story. Lots of words there to be said…lots of feelings to be expressed…lots of love which stays inside of me…something I need to tell her. Something she needs to know. At the moment I have no idea when or how I am going to do it but I just know I have to do it.