The day seeps into his bones like water to the earth. He is drenched in memories of her. The things she said; the things she did became a part of him like his own veins. Days were made for her and so was he. He felt his sole existence was validated by the hours and minutes he spent with her. It could not have been long enough: the day. Tomorrow. She promised tomorrow as though it was hers alone to give away. He would wait, patiently, for the next day; the next date.