"I can understand the world because I understand myself."
A promise made and a promise kept.
Is it right to have him promise me something so I can lean on it? It's a promise my hunter would gladly make, but is it right of me to ask it of him?
What's the distance between making a promise and keeping it?
A promise made and a promise unkept
A promise made and a promise forgotten, ridden and made foggy by one's ignorance and desire. Moving forward ever on a path we knowingly choose. Objectivity is all we need. Objectivity sets us free.
A couple defies all odds and falls in love. They write letters across long distances because they're too far apart to see each other often. Still their love remains. They get married, make vows of love everlasting, feeling in that moment like it's all they'll ever want and it's all they'll ever need. They build a home together, have children, grow old together... This couple is my mother and father. Today, they aren't in love. Today they can hardly stand each other.
So what does a promise mean? A promise can be made with all one's heart intending to keep it, yet time is our enemy. Rather, our human hearts are our enemies. We betray ourselves. Set ourselves up. Give in to temptation and break promises... words... that's all promises are.
Or are they? Can a promise be made silently? By a kiss or a look, a gaze intense with vigor. All the more easy to say the promise was never made, but can it be kept? Can a promise that's meant at the time of it's birth, be kept until the keeper's demise?
A promise is an intention. It's assurance that one will do a specific thing, guaranteeing that it happens.
Promises... I feel that we so often make them as a goal we hope to keep, not knowing if we will. My parents once loved each other, but something changed. I fear more than anything else that their present will be my future.
A promise is worthless.
These are the bitter words of a woman scorned who's never had a promise kept.
I learned to love from the lovelorn
I learn to keep my every word by those who never kept theirs.
Hunter, what are you doing falling for me?
When you see me, bared for who I am, will you love me then? Can you love me then? Can anyone love me then...
9:03 p.m. - 2009-11-29
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