i never bothered to wake her up when september ends.
i never did.
because i knew that when she sleeps, she sleeps with god.
i almost gave up the tiniest spark of hope that she will ever wake up and recognize me among the oceans of faces waiting for her return. i almost fell asleep waiting for her words to make love with mine. i almost fell on the brink of thinking that she might have embarked on an eternal journey with morpheus and will never return again. i almost thought i lost her, not until i heard her voice again.
it felt like our last conversation just happened yesterday when in fact it happened months and months ago that seemed ages ago to me.
she said “hi!”
and that, for me, was enough reason to rekindle the fire of hope and wake up to move forward and face the day.