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I Want A Tuesday Kind Of Love

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I want a Tuesday kind of love. The sort of thing that involves little dreaming and scheming; the sort of thing that comes paired with too-strong coffee and too-loud songbirds and the drone of the news at 6 a.m. or any time before the sky finds its identity, really. A Tuesday kind of love that isn’t indulgent, one that doesn’t stop the earth from spinning but maybe keeps us grounded in spite of all that uncontrollable movement.

I want to split the bill and pay the bills and not get lost in some unsustainable delusion where the rest of our lives become inconsequential. I want us to be human, I want to argue, I want to take too long in the shower. I want to hear about the horrific lines at the DMV, about a boss who doesn’t get it, about plans to pick up the laundry after work. I want stories of strangers on the bus, of a child who looked lost but turned out not to be, of chance encounters with high school classmates because these seemingly colorless instances are meaningful when filtered through the eyes of someone I care about. A Tuesday kind of love, breathing relevance into otherwise monotonous moments.

A Tuesday kind of love is this: commuting to work knowing that someone cares about what you’re going to have for lunch; understanding that you do not have to be your dynamic, charming, weekend self this time; this time you can butcher sentences and make bad jokes and trip over thin air and it won’t change anything. A Tuesday kind of love is when weekends and weekdays are one and the same, expanses of time where unpredictable, irreplaceable closeness exists, swells, bursts. Tuesday is directionless conversation about things that happened five hours or five years ago; it’s knowing where he keeps his receipts and when he has a doctor appointment; it’s ordering Chinese food or taking his parents out for dinner because they’re in town or forgetting to eat because you’re full of each other’s words and there’s just no room for anything else.

I don’t want to dream through our lives together, don’t want to sleep in, don’t want to put on my sunglasses and pretend that life’s a vacation. The fantasy is that I want to exist in reality; the fantasy is to be there for someone on a Sunday morning but also on a Tuesday night, when the haze and laze of the weekend has worn thin and seems far away as ever. I want a Tuesday kind of love. TC mark

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  • marielle

    Beautiful.

  • http://twoseconds.tumblr.com/ Jesse Vaughan

    You’re just kidding yourself if you don’t want a Tuesday kind of love.

  • Pepper

    I have this and am so grateful :) may not be much to report aside from the highs and lows, but so worth every minute.

  • kbleau

    This is simply brilliant.

  • Katya

    This is a really lovely article.

  • http://www.onemoresalute.com One More Salute to Vanity

    Thank goodness for a Tuesday kind of love.

  • Anonymous

    i have love-ness for everything about this. 

  • Gmo Saza

    This is poetry.

  • Laa

    The best kind of love there is.

    Thank you for this!

  • Samanthakristine1

    Get out of my brain! 

  • dani

    Gorgeous. 

  • http://twitter.com/kcellis KC Ellis

    reading this at my wedding. thank you!

  • Chris

    Perfect :)

    Remember the song The Man I Love ? “Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day…”

  • sz

    Thanks for writing out what’s been in my mind, it’s beautiful.

  • Zoeedy

    The writer should be proud, rarely do so many people find an inspiring article, but this is simply perfect.

  • http://www.facebook.com/masha.mj Masha Tsarick

    This is perfectly written.
    Very sensual, i’d say.

  • Suze

    Your work is so fantastic (as usual).

  • Maja

    I WANT to want a Tuesday kind of love. But whenever I get it, I yearn for the other one and am not happy for long. Maybe I’ve had a “Tuesday something” , and not love. Who knows…

  • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=23316644 Renee Solomon

    It’s the end of my workday and I had time to read ONE thought. I chose this and was exactly what I wanted to read :) Thank you :)

  • http://ladymercury-10.livejournal.com/ Maiasaura

    This is lovely.  I want this, too.

  • Guest

    “of chance encounters with high school classmates because these seemingly colorless instances are meaningful when filtered through the eyes of someone I care about.” beautiful. simply beautiful

  • Anonymous

    I’ve never knew Tuesdays could mean so much!

  • E.

    This is an incredible piece of writing. I have a Tuesday kind of love in my life right now and everything I’m experiencing with him is summed up so beautifully here. Thank you for this!

  • http://dirtyyoungmen.wordpress.com/ Maxwell Chance

    Nice. I like this. I will totally Tuesday love you all night long. 

  • Martin

    a tuesday kind of love to me is looking past those short shorts and TUBE socks.
    hahahahaha thanks steve.

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