Love.
That thing when you get this sensation in your stomach and you freak out every time you see the special someone. I have always thought love is good but the past seven or so years have proved me wrong. Love. Its an odd word. It twists with you and kills you inside. Love holds you in chains and taunts you with the key. Every once in a while you get to keep the key and unlock a heart. Thats when you find love I think. It may take many tries, many keys and many hearts. Love can be lost and it can be forever.
Promsies.
Thoes things you make when your younger with your bestfriends. When you look into thier eyes and you say to them, "I am not leaving you. I swear." When they have tears of joy in thier eyes as they say "I do." When they say "I wont give up even when the sky gets rough." When they promise that they are going to love you forever and ever. Promises can be broken and they kept.
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Promises--Hemmings
Random"I'm not going anywhere." "Promise?" "Promise." **EDITITING RIGHT NOW**
