I fell in love on a Wednesday.

On that year everything happened on Wednesday. Our first day together in class was on a Wednesday. My birthday was on a Wednesday. His birthday was on a Wednesday. The day that we became the best of friends was on a Wednesday.

Of course I didn't realise that I loved him really until the day that we were sitting on my couch with James' head on my lap. It was a gradual realisation; I was just running my hands through his hair with him on the verge of sleep. Suddenly, I heard him mumble my name.

"Elizabeth..."

That was when it hit me that maybe; maybe my love wasn't quite as unrequited as I thought it was. Maybe there really is a possibility that we might be something more.