It was a week,
One after too much pressure,
One after loads of things to do.
It was a week.
Only a week.
One week before the pressure continues.
One week before we face what's more to do.
But one week felt more than a month.
One week seemed like a year:
Full of memories,
Full of experiences.

We filled the week with laughter,
We filled the week with stories.
We filled the week with love.
Who can't help but wait
For the future,
All that we are yet to experience?

I know each of us
Are looking forward
For more days, months,
And years,
We will spend with each other.

I found my place,
The place where my mind keeps going,
The place where my memories keep rushing,
The place where my mind keeps thinking.

And in the silence of the night,
With the solitude I face,
My cycle is starting.

This cycle in which I remember the past,
Weigh all in my present,
And dream about the future.

This cycle where I start to remember us,
Look for you in my present,
And hope to be with you in the future.

And this is the place
Where I discovered my cycle.
This is the place where I delve into my past, present, and future.
This is the place where my emotions shelter me.

I drank cups after cups of red liquid,
wanting to drown this heartbreaking longing.

I wanted to lose my sober state; I wanted to lose myself, and I wanted you to come and rescue me. I drank until I can no longer drink further, but still, you never came.

And so I slept through my longing, leaving all my companions in their blissful moment. But every time I woke up and felt my head throbbing, my heart loudly beating, I wanted to tell you I was waiting for you. And so I sat trying to clear my cloudy head, but only sleep came to embrace me.

And then the next day, I knew that these were the things I wanted. To drown myself, to lose myself, and let myself be saved by you. I wanted to feel you cared for me,  I wanted you to help me, or perhaps, scold me and stop me.

Until the end, I've waited.
I waited for your word, for your presence--
I have waited for you.

But you forgot.
Or perhaps, you didn't bother to remember.

And so I gave away my time and effort to someone who, I believe, deserves it better than you do.

But even then, I was waiting for you.
And forgive me, but I might still stand here
And wait for you,
Until who-knows when.