I know I’ve promised so many things that is hard to believe i could do it all. I know I’ve promised that I’m going to stay alive and that I’m always going to stay here. And I swear to God that I won’t leave you. Not in the imaginary sense of be being there anyway. Because I know that no matter what happens between us, I’m still going to be apart of your thoughts. even if we don’t talk for 8 years, I know that one day you’re going to get on an old account and see my name, or go to a city and hear my voice about how much I always wanted to go there and you’re going to think about how my smile looked every time you told me you loved me. You’re going to feel the ache of me that you used to have, even if it is for a slight second. The thought is going to wander through your head on what I’m doing now. You’ll look and see eventually, one of these days, and I can’t promise to you that I’ll be alive then. I can’t promise that I’m going to keep these promises forever. Because I’m not.