Promises, in the end, were always made to be broken.
We make promises so that when they are inevitably broken,
we get to bask in how heartbroken we are.
We want to feel our stomachs ache and eyes sting from crying too much,
we want to hear the moment our heart shatters into little pieces.
We want to feel broken.
In hopes that one day, someone will come, pick up our pieces and look at our scattered hearts,
and they'll find home in our brokenness.
a/n
this story is dedicated to my best friend, who i will probably not be able to see for some time but who i hope will not forget me
