The Promise {Book 1: Harry Styles}

The Promise

Copyright © 2012 | thefangirlingpotato

Introduction:

When I think of love

I thought it came from above

Where a little kid with wings

Shoots you with arrow that stings

I thought it was opening gifts when Christmas came

I thought it was seeing my dad enjoying a football game

I thought it was going inside a candy store

And I thought I understand more…

But I was wrong

The love was not what I thought all along

But that was because I was just four

And don’t know anything about that word they adore

I ask my mum and she smiled

The same smile she did whenever my dad arrived

She picks me up and we talk about that thing (love)

And she left an answer that made my mind starts thinking

“What is the taste of water?” She asked me as she strokes my hair.

“I don’t know.” I told her with confusion and puzzled look written on my face.

“Exactly."

Now that I think about it, there are no words to describe love. Once you feel it you'll know, once you experience it you'll know. Once you see it, you'll know.

And my answer came with a curly haired boy, a pair of green orbs and his promise.