A week (Open Letter)

It's been a week since I last cried, since I last talked to you.
It's been a week since I left Montréal and I've got the feeling that I should never have left.
It's been a week since I was packing at home wanting to cry so madly that tears wouldn't come out.
It's been a week since I took that cab to the airport 3 hours before my flight time, just to catch you at the airport.
It's been a week since I was stuck at that cab, wondering how long would it take to get to the airport, crying for everything I was leaving.
It's been a week since my life started to be like an American Movie, just like Black Room's song When I Return To The World.
It's been a week since I saw you getting the boarding area while I was carring all my luggage, and I stopped thinking and stared at you without knowing what to do, wanting to cry your name out loud, wanting to run and stop you.
It's been a week since I went to the drop off zone trembling and almost crying again.
It's been a week since I almost ran to get to the boarding area wondering where would you be.
It's been a week since I crossed almost half of the airport just looking for you.
It's been a week since I saw you "sitting" on the chair, talking to your phone and finally smiling at me.
It's been a week since I was talking to you, since you were singing as you do just because it comes to your mind, since you were telling me that you play the piano, since I was discovering a bit more of you.
It's been a week since you got into that plane.
It's been a week since I was alone at the airport, waiting for my plane.
It's been a week since I said goodbye and see you soon to Montréal.
It's been a week since I started crying on the plane and I couldn't stop, since I was crying for an hour.
It's been a week since I decided that I needed to see you again, at least just once more, even if I felt so bad when you left.
It's been a week since I realised that I needed you.
It's been a short week but at the same time I feel like if all this happened long time ago, maybe because sometimes I feel like if you were right by my side, maybe because I know we will meet again, sometime, somewhere, I just wish it's not too late.