" ...but I'll promise to make a good one."
I know it's unfair for you but I need to lighten the grip. You should try to explore the border away from me. Love isn't a chain. I'll promise, you're free to go.
My paragraphs are just a group of words filled in white material. You're more powerful than this because your realization makes this alive. I'll promise, I'll never hurt myself if its time for you to let me go.
Do you know what is envious about time? This thing flows continuously. No one can't prevent it. It's the best cheater. No one can't break its ability to hurt people. I hate this but this time, I need to promise, I'll smile the moment you say goodbye.
I'm the greatest pretender. All those smiles I've done for years aren't real. Most of them are fake. The reason I am faking it is fear. I fear that people around me will become sad if I lose my smiles. If ever the time comes and I lose you, I will keep smiling and laughing for myself. I will never shed a tear. I will do it because I promise.
You know, I never bet if I know I will be at stake of doing it. I'm afraid that I can't fulfill it. Yet this moment, I have to choose between making a promise and running away. Too bad because today, I'm tired of running away. I'm exhausted because I let go of everyone. I'm always saying that I will tightly grip the people who I care but I know some of them aren't going to stay with me.
It's like I'm just a bus stop. They will stay a little time with me and when the bus comes, they will go. They will go away as if I don't have feelings like those metal chairs in the bus stop.
I'll promise, I'll not going to cry because this is part of life. Life is not only composed of happy thoughts written on a blank page. There are parts of life that you have to cry because you're helpless yet I promise not to do it.
If ever your bus arrives, let me know because I will wait for your message and thoughts from the other line. I'll promise, I will not going to miss your stories. Please bring my memories with you. The seconds, minutes and hours we spend together are enough to build a story but I want you to know that I'm not good at creating goodbye speech. I never said goodbye to anyone first. This is the first time, I'll be doing this. This is the first time that my optimistic side runs out of hope.
Sorry, I'm not good at creating promises but I'll promise to make a good one for you— but I might break it. When the time comes that I shed a tear, my smiles disappear and I miss our amusing conversation, can you forgive me? Are you going to be mad if I say, I don't want to let you go?