Just like Sunday.

Just like Sunday.
He kissed her like he meant it.
She never believed in love.
But she couldn't fight off all the butterflies, he gave her with every look.
Just like Sunday.
He didn't mean to fall in love.
He didn't mean to lay his life in the hands of another girl.
Just like Sunday.
He held her like he always wanted.
She let him in, like she swore she'd never.
He thought he was dreaming whe she agreed to waste her time with him.
Just like Sunday.
He needs her.
She wants him.
It was a brutal fight to make her, his one and only.
He was willing to give up everything.
She was willing to give her all.
Just like Sunday.
She has him wrapped around her finger.
He has her wrapped around his heart.
Remembering that Sunday.
He knew, he gave himself away in just one day.
To a girl, who promised never to harm his slowly beating heart.

Just like that Sunday.
She holds his all, in her hand.