Come back, Somi.

Come back into my arms and let me feel your touch again. Let me smell the vanilla that you emit; let me get entranced by your gorgeous eyes once again; let me feel you smile against my lips when we kiss.

Let me feel you.

But you're laying on that white bed, with pipes pinched into your veins and your face masked with some kind of a device I can't name. And your eyes — they're shut tight.

As if you would never open them again.

I'm waiting for you, because that's what you do when you're in love: you wait.

I'll wait for you for as long as possible. I'll wait until the end of time, only to be able to see you rise from that bed and smile at me.

And I can't wait for that day.