'The minute people fall in love, they become liars.' -Harlan Ellison "Just promise me, Jess," he whispered, pulling me into his warm arms. I hiccuped, still sobbing. I buried my face into his shoulder as he stroked my hair, not seeming to care that I was getting his jumper soaked. How was I supposed to make a promise I knew for a fact I would never be able to keep? I couldn't do it. "I can't promise you anything. I'm sorry."