A week with me and you.
No distractions, no pain.
No rumors, no liars
Just us two.

Sharing the purest feelings.
No hurt, no false love.
A pure love.
A week that makes us cry when we're leaving.

Because we know when we get back
We have to deal with the pain,
With the distractions,
And it will be love that we lack.

But this is our week
That can't be ruined.
Not by moods and drama.
This week, happiness is all that I seek.