"..."

"You can't be serious.." I said, with tears threatening to fall down like Niagara Falls. I had to stop them, though.. so I bit my inner cheek until I tasted rust, the taste of blood.

"I wish I weren't," were your first words. "I wish we'd both wake up tomorrow morning laughing because nothing that's happened tonight had been real."

"It's kinda stupid, no? How you detested this place during the earlier part of your stay.."

"..until I met you."

I exhaled loudly and it shocked me, I didn't know I was holding my breath then. I did the next best thing a friend was obligated to do, wrap my arms around your shoulders and pat you at the back, desperately fighting back tears, desperately losing..

You held both my hands with yours, squeezed it then leaned back to look me in the eyes..

"I'm not leaving," you said.

"But you just said you were."

"I'll," you released my right hand.

"Always," you raised yours.

"Be," you pulled me closer.

"Here," you pointed at my heart.

Then you kissed me. It was haste, but I felt it. My lips still tingled every time I recalled that memory.

Now, I'm going to kiss you.. and although you're in a coma for 5 days now, I know you'll feel it.. I know you'll wake up, I know we'll both remember that night when you said you'll always be here. With me, beside me.

You never left me. You came back, it was a long wait.. but we both struggled, and in the end.. we both succeeded.

Now, please come back.. I'm here, I'm waiting, just like those times I've waited for you when we were 16. I won't leave you..

I love you too much to do that.