This week's post is four in a series of seven, the rest of which can be seen in the last few weeks of Favorite Friday posts.
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Thursday came in an environment charged with tension and animosity. You and Thursday were friends and bonded over hatred of another. Thursday always said hi to you and always hugged you at parties. Thursday looked like he had soft hair and pretended he was a good person. He kissed you and everything was right with the world. He was flirty and sexy and knew just what to say. You stargazed on the lawn and that night the heavens opened up and the starts were shining just for you. He made sure you were safe and left you craving more. But then Tuesday talked to Thursday and ruined and chance you had. The infatuation with Thursday ended at a Christmas party when you broke another’s heart and simultaneously realized you still had feelings for Tuesday. Thursday taught you that drunken lust and feelings are not the same thing, a lesson you should have learned a while ago.