You promised me we would never drift. You promised me we will always go to each other when something comes up. You promised that we will never forget about each other. You promised me that no matter how much bullshit we go through, we’ll never leave each other.
But you’re the reason why I think promises are bullshit. You promised in the spare of the moment. You promised because you thought that it was a temporary thing. You promised me that the memories we have will never end, yet I’m stuck here thinking that one day, you’ll remember those promises again and we’ll go back to how we were — friends.