Novel & Cerita After 52 Broken Promises, I Finally Let Go

"You have always been my number one Amari. You were always my priority. I made a huge mistake a couple of years back and I'm hellbent to fix everything. Savannah and I have grown into different persons. We rekindle our bond last year because we both agreed that the past should not affect our future. She and her husband own a fast-growing company and I have decided to do business with them. So far, it has been a pleasure. So tell me, Amari. Are you ready to forgive me? For what I did to you? You should not compare me with the Zane you knew from many years ago, because I promise you... we are not the same." I promise you. How many promises we have broken, haven't we already made? There are too

The tide of emotions, once released, demanded to be spoken. “You promised me a life where I wouldn’t feel invisible. You promised me I wouldn’t be second to everything else. But here I am, sitting in a city of love, feeling lonelier with you in the room than I ever felt alone.” Her voice cracked again, but she pushed through, her hands trembling. “You don’t even see what it’s done to me, Liam. Every time you broke a promise, I told myself to be patient, to forgive, to wait for the man I believed you were. But all that waiting turned into despair. And despair turned into chains I can’t break free from.”

“I told you I wanted to know everything about you, remember? I think I told you I meant every word I said. I meant every promise I made you.” “Promises are meant to be broken, Zachary,” I said acidly. “I waited fourteen years for you to keep your promise of ever coming back.” It was true. A big part of me was hurt that it took him long enough to come back into my life. That part stopped believing he ever would. “I am one guy who would die first before I break a promise, baby girl,” he said. He took a deep, labored breath. “You don’t know how difficult my life had been, so don’t judge me.”

But she’s not right either. “You were losing control,” I say. “I was fighting.” “You collapsed.” “I would’ve recovered.” “You don’t know that.” “And neither do you.” Silence stretches between us. Tense. Unresolved. “You promised,” she adds quietly. The word hits harder than anything else. Because she’s right. I did. And I broke it. “I made a different promise,” I say. Her gaze sharpens. “To what?” “To not let you go.” “That wasn’t yours to decide.”

“I love you. You being here is the best part of my birthday. Hearing you say that you love me makes me the happiest person alive.” “Really?” I asked looking at him. “I talk with you most of the time and you can ask our friends if I even try to date anyone when you were gone. I have always been honest with you that I love you and I am just waiting for you to be ready.” “I am ready. I was just scared that you wouldn’t want me anymore.” “I love you and you are all that I want.” THE END Vows are supposed to be kept for they aren’t merely words that we say but there are times when vows are broken. When vows are broken though it doesn’t mean that things are ending, it merely open new opportunities

"I want you to hold on and believe in promises again, but I'm also afraid that I might break your trust on promises even more, because I'm not one hundred percent sure if I can really make my promises come true." I blinked couple times. It's true, I don't believe in promises anymore. I don't trust promises, I believe they'll be broken. There are always broken promises. I don't want to increase the pain I feel because of broken promises. "I know you don't want me to make a promise. And I told you I won't, I won't make a promise if you don't want me to." I stared intently in his eyes. I know he's telling the truth. And I also remember that koment when I told him not to make a promise to me. Wh

“I’m not going to hurt you.” “I don’t know that. You say you aren’t going to hurt me, but the way you act sometimes hurts me. One day you treat me like you want me. Then the next you’re telling people I don’t mean anything to you. That we are only friends. I can’t take that. Not from you. I’m already broken, Dmitry. But you the power to shatter me.” His eyebrows wrinkled together. “Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.”

I relented. “Pinky promise,” Rachael clarified, eyeing me down with her pinky extended. I sighed, giving her my pinky. Years later and pinky promises were still the epitome of our trust. If I broke a pinky promise then Rachael would get to break my pinky finger. Still, I couldn’t help but think that a broken finger was better than a broken heart. * * *

I'd jumped up to give him a big hug, giggling in his ear: "Meeting you was the luckiest thing that ever happened to me." He'd hugged me back so tight I could barely breathe. "Meeting you was my blessing. I promise I'll make lots of money in the future and make you the happiest person alive!" Now I walked aimlessly through the snow, thinking how ridiculous those sweet memories and promises seemed. He had plenty of money now, but instead of keeping his promise, he'd transferred all that affection to his mistress.

We always thought we could easily keep the promises made when we were young. The one who received the promise kept it for a lifetime, but the one who made it had long forgotten.