If I see you next to never, then how can you say it's forever? Remember one thing... You'll find me always here till the earth coexists with my life! You are like somebody who goes through my whole life, and make me realize in every step why I'm not happy with anybody else's company. The song of the universe sings that without you, I feel broken like a wing that can never fly. I become delighted…youthful...my voice becomes exhilarated when you speak and I hear your merry voice! All the oases desolate and oceans apart night and day when I cannot feel your presence! Then it feels like a cerebral concussion that makes me confiscated! Death means cessation of three vital systems: respiratory, circulatory, nervous. Never worry, I'll be there to make those systems functional like your protector...It can be embossed! I will be before the tomb to take you back to life from there! No pain, no desire, no limbs numb! Just converting the dump touch of the earth into a dry one! I'll make the environment changed! I'll show how the breeze solemnly can play with human tears! I'll show you how deadly sombre verses become colourful and will come out from being obsessed! You will wonder, wonderfully above, in what lazy pendulum you would see the waterfall to be shining! I'll be there to support your soul to be back to me from that tomb! And, I mean it! Oh hello, dear God! Listen… Yes, you know how much sincere and protective I was, And still I'm about your staying with me, ah? Just like that…I'm also protective and sincere to him… So, please be careful to my sweetheart! Even dare not take him away from me to your dump lazy grave! I'll never let you do it before I die!
# Promises I promised you the moon, you asked for a star. I gave you neither— only the space between them, that vast and breathing dark. You promised forever. I promised the next morning. We met in the afternoon and called it enough. The promises we kept were the ones we never spoke: to leave the light on, to remember the coffee, to forgive the silences that grew between us like moss on a forgotten wall. I promised not to ask where you were going. You promised not to say. We were so good at keeping what we never promised. The biggest promise of all— the one we both made without words— was to pretend that promises meant something, that words were more than wind moving through an empty house, that love was something you could hold onto instead of something that held you. In the end, we broke only what we'd promised to keep. Everything else we let go so gently, it never made a sound.
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