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PROMISE ME




Dear Love,

We have been doing so great so far. We both have been so strong till now. But I want some promises from you.

There may be times when you would be so angry that you would choose to stay silent rather than expressing. But your silence makes me feel that I am loosing you, so promise me you would talk to me whatever be the situation.

We would have arguments and fights. Promise me, you won't stop saying good morning to me however dark the night be.

I am very stubborn sometimes. You always do every possible thing to make me happy. But promise me, you would tell me when this gets heavier for you.

I may get very impatient and frustrated with the world around me. But promise me, you'll always have the patience to give me time so that I can set back to normal.

I am a human. I can get very insecure at times. Insecure from any small thing that would take you away from me. Promise me, you would make me feel safer.

There may be times when we won't be able to see each other for days or months. But promise me, the craving to meet would last forever.

I am strong. But it may be hard for me to control my tears if you would cry. So promise me, you would never let me cry.

The roads between aur places may be long but promise me, there will be no distance between our hearts.

I may make you angry sometimes or may disappoint you. But you'll always let me explain before judging me. Promise me, you would listen to me.

A day may come when you would feel attracted towards someone else. Promise me, before leaving, you would tell me what makes that person more suitable for you. 

Promise me, you would tell me when you don't feel like staying here anymore. And I promise you, I'll never let the day come.


With love ♥️
Yours forever




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