I used to be really fond of making promises with others. But over the years, as we grew up, promises made with me became so fragile, so easy to forget and break. ‘Forever and always’ doesn’t live up to its definition anymore. People promise to stay, to be by my side, no matter what, but where are they now? Where are you now? You promised to love me forever and that nothing would ever get in between us. That is until you got bored and found someone better. Don’t make promises with me. It’ll only keep me expecting something that will most likely never happen. I get my hopes up real high just to get disappointed. I hate promises so much now. I’m always the only one that lives up to them. Promises? More like empty, meaningless vows.