Now that I think about it, it was like a glittering blackness, the time would stop. I guess it was only natural to be afraid, since I were lonely for so long before. My trembling hands prevented me from hugging goodbye, because what we lived was like a first breath after coma. Yeah, that's the only way to describe it.
He asked me to think about him 'sometimes', and he would instantly feel it. But I never really forgot him. I wonder if he can feel that. I wonder if he can feel that I'm yearning for the moment he'll place his hand in mine, I wonder if he can feel that I'm falling in a coma again, and noone can save me anymore.
It's just that, all the strength and human qualities in me are poor in front of such situation. But at least I know, no matter how lonely I feel, I'm not alone. Because, one day, my Friday will come again.
Note: Recently, I've been checking my readers and I was blown away by the amount of foreign 'followers' I have. I tried to add a page-translator (or sth like that) but it didn't work. It might be easier for me to write in my native language, but I'll try to write in English more often, or just translate them from Greek (like the one above).