It would be a sunny and clear Saturday, and I'd think how lovely it would have been to dawdle with you, my hands not quite fitting into yours but you'd still have your pretty fingers enveloping mine with warmth as we listen to the birds chatter about their flight. It could also be a rainy Sunday night when the thought of having my face pressed against your chest came to mind - your fingers gently stroking my back as we talk about our different skin tones, or how the air smells like a good hike at the mountains after the rain, or how we'd like our eggs for breakfast. It would always be these odd instances when you'd cross my mind and they were always personal and lovely. For these reasons, it'd cross my mind too, if I were to cross yours, would it be on a sunny and clear Saturday like you do in mine, or would it be on a gloomy, depressing Thursday - as I wish it would not?