Sitting in a cafe,

going through the letters stored in our conversations.

How we were meant to love each other forever.

But,

What does forever mean?

Does it mean the end of the universe?

Or the end of our love?

The future is a vast expanse of uncertainty.

I agreed

to stay through it all,

to move to another city,

because this city was not your own.

“Promises” plays through my AirPods.

“Love is not our enemy”,

Cleo Sol reiterates.

She wasn’t wrong.

But why was it ours?

I wrote a letter to myself, too.

And it was full of promises,

each one a heavy burden on my soul.

Promises I didn’t believe in,

and those I couldn’t keep.

“A declaration or assurance that a particular thing will happen”

Then why did you leave?

I tucked my letters into your heart,

hoping to assure you

that my heart would be yours to the end of the universe.

But this love

was at the end of me.

“Why did you have to go?”

Does a promise stay a promise?

Only when we believe in it?

Well,

None of us did.

Because if we did,

If you did,

you wouldn’t have to leave.

You wouldn’t have to go.

Now that you’ve left,

I hope that you,

at least,

Keep the promises you made to yourself.