It was another normal day for me. The clients were as handful as ever. The meeting dragged until lunch time and I only managed to get a cup of coffee before getting myself to work on my paperwork. Really, my day was normal. Even so, today too, I could not wait for the office hour to end.

He was still sleeping when I came today. I realised his hair has gotten longer. The wires attached to him never left his side. Sometimes I envied the wires. Is that weird?

I pulled a chair and sat right beside my significant other. His hair was messy as always, I thought as I ran my hand through it. It looked so spiky and yet, his hair was actually soft to touch. I wondered if this guy used some magic for it. I laughed, maybe a bit off and proceeded to hold his hand.

It was my fault. We fought every single day but who knew that that day was not a lucky day for him. Usually we would end our fight with him offering me a tub of ice cream, crying his heart out into my chest or just a simple declaration from me that I'd rather make out with him rather than fighting. Though, he would turn scarlet right after I said that. I don't get it. We kissed every single day and he still could not get used to it. But that was one of the uncountable reasons why I love him. I love him and yet, I was the one who caused him to get into a coma.

Sighing, I brought his hand to my lips and kissed it gently. I wonder when will he wake up. When will he open his eyes and stare me down with his lovely pair of emerald like he did to me every morning. I suppose the only good thing when he was asleep was there would be no ash-like breakfast for me before going to work. But hey, love is weird. I came to miss his cooking. I seriously need to get myself checked.

"Arthur, I might be losing my mind if you don't wake up soon. You don't want to be engaged with a mad man, right?" I muttered and gazed at his sleeping face. "Hey.. do you know what song played today on the radio? It's your favourite.. I think it goes like this.."

"Monday left me broken,
Tuesday I was through with hoping,
Wednesday my empty arms were open,
Thursday waiting for love, waiting for love,
Thank the stars it's Friday,
I'm burning like a fire gone wild on Saturday,
Guess I won't be coming to church on Sunday,
I'll be waiting for love, waiting for love,
To come around..…"

That was when I felt my hand being squeezed. I quickly lifted up my head and turned to look at his face. Sadly he was still sleeping.

But I know for sure that I was not having delusion. I squeezed his hand back and smiled. Then I apologised for staining his bed sheet with my tears.

I knew I've said it every single day, for the past 47 days of my visits to the hospital but I wanted to say it again. Maybe today he will actually hear it.

"I love you, Arthur. Please wake up."

Song: Avicii - Waiting For Love