Monday, you were different. A little off from your usual self. You had that pinkish blouse. A sub-par Minnie on a Monday morning. I told O that you are different that day. Something is not right and you're not telling me. Don't worry. I knew.
Tuesday, again, you are somehow lost. Why don't you tell me? I would understand and frankly, I don't care if he's here or not. Just don't act like a stranger.
Wednesday, for the 3rd day, you are not the same Minnie. You dress differently - a little plain and off in your standards. You look that you just came out of your bed. You don't wear the same scent. Not bad but different. We had some good moments. I knew what is happening from your body language, your words and movements.
Thursday, I knew it. I hope you enjoyed your day.
Friday, I missed you more than anything else. Kept it within me but it's cool. :(
Sigh.....Mickey
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