A/N: I wrote this several years ago and it has been buried on my personal web site pretty much ever since. It's just a little short story/poem. Not sure which category it truly fits. But if you've read it, skip it. If not, I hope you enjoy it.

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Monday. Monday I met him, my beautiful green-eyed Adonis. It was all very innocent really. He was sitting on the hood of my car attempting to read a map. I walked right up to him and tapped him on the shoulder, asked him who in the world he thought he was.

He said his name was Bob. Bob. Can you believe that? Such a common, everyday sort of name. From the looks of him, I was expecting a Stephan or a Gregor or maybe even a Michelangelo. But it was not to be. Bob it was. I decided to call him Robert.

Robert stood up from the hood of my car, and he wasn't afraid to ask for directions. I liked that...a lot. I was a woman who knew where she was going-the ballpark. It was a good game. Our team lost; we consoled one another with chocolate frosties.

Tuesday. Tuesday he called me. I pretended to be surprised to hear from him so soon, that I was nonchalant about his attentions. He didn't pretend at all. He said that with matters of the heart there was no time to waste. I told him that was the worse pick-up line known to man. He laughed. We talked all night. And in the morning, with the birds singing out my window and the alarm buzzing on my nightstand, he declared that he loved me. I hung up on him.

Wednesday. Wednesday was a perfect day, the sort of day that you wish for and then suddenly it sneaks up on you leaving you satisfied and overjoyed. Perhaps it was the delicate hollow of warmth I carried in me. Perhaps it was lack of sleep. Either way, everything went right and I floated through the day. And when I left the office, Robert was waiting on the hood of my car, again with the map. It was the map to my heart, he said. It was the map that would take him home. Then he kissed me. He tasted like chocolate. I told him that I loved him.

Thursday. I didn't go to work Thursday, I went to the courthouse. A shiny new diamond now occupied my ring finger. Beautiful, brilliant, sparkling-like all the days ahead. Robert and I spent the night on the beach. Such a lovely, wonderful evening. The waves and the wind danced and sang just for us. Love and sand and salt water. How my heart rejoiced.

Friday. Friday it rained and rained. I thought it would never stop pouring. It was gray and hazy and my Robert was gone. Amazing that one presence can change a life so. A treasure of a man, my Robert. Friday's shall forever remind me of that.

Saturday. Did that day come? I must have missed it. Required activities occupied my attention. Drudgery. Necessary things. No thinking, no feeling. Nothing.

Sunday. That day is here, is it? Sunday was the most difficult. Sunday I buried my Robert. The rain had cleared and the winds sang. I remember the lazy colors of petals on the wind as blossoms released their bounty. They reminded of him. Of the hope and love he'd brought. The hope the bloomed so fleetingly, and then like the wind was blown away. But love and the memory remained. I shall remember Robert.

When I left and returned to my car, a funny feeling embraced me. If I hoped and loved hard enough, perhaps, just maybe... I ran through the now billowing winds, anxious to reach my automobile. But when I arrived, the hood was empty save for a few perfect petals that had landed there. Hadn't I hoped and loved hard enough? I drowned the winds in my sorrow.

Monday. Monday there was a map on the front seat. I opened it, and I asked for directions.

The end.