It was the 31st of July when I made you a promise. A promise to give you a birthday poem. However, it was not really a birthday poem, I only said it was because it would be too controversial for them to hear it. In reality, it was a poem of confession. It stems from the depths of my heart. I was hesitant to give it to you for I know it will somehow affect other people especially that someone whom you are already committed to and I didn't want to change that. Instead, I kept this poem and this letter until it finally faded away in the distance of time. Its ink blurred the pages marked by wear and tear. Oh, now the memories of the poem I made fell into the deep abyss of the forgotten. I sure do hope you understand. A promise I made it shall be done. Now, it is not a confession but a letter of bond we strengthened for the length of time. That is the truth now I shall be gone.
