Someone asked me,
"Why dont you like promises?"
A memory flash into my mind. The time when I was very happy.
The time when you were here. The time that we were inlove with each other.
I remember the time when its starting to rain and you just hugged me and enjoyed it in the middle of the rain.
I remember the time when I was so sad and down and you're there to make me happy and to remind how precious I am.
I remember my special days, you were there. To greet me, to support me. I was your princess. I was your everything.
I remember how we got each others back. The way we supported ourselves in everything. The way we faced everyone.
And I remembered your promise. You promised that you'll be with me until last. You promise me that I will be girl that you will love the most.
And you know what sucks? You broke your promise at the same time you broke me. I was miserable.
And you promised to your new special someone the same promise that you promised to me.
"So why don't you like promises?"
"I never said I didn't like promises. I just didn't like the way they promised it to someone but in the end, they ended up saying sorry."
