Tragedy is realizing that what you thought was real for so long was an act, a facade. It is in realizing that you were only a way to pass the time. It is in knowing that you are disposable.
What is a promise? A promise is a verbal commitment by one person to another agreeing to do (or not to do) something in the future. So we put our trust into words. We throw our emotions out on the line for spoken or written terms. This means nothing. Words are insignificant; feelings are real. I don't like promises, because they always fail.
In the end, we die alone. Why? Because we, ourselves, are the only people we have. Our loved ones leave us eventually. And no matter how defiant you are, it is the inevitable truth.
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I've never broken a promise to you ):
ReplyDeleteThe only ones I've never had a problem keeping are the ones I've made to you. You're too important for me to break them.