Poems About Promises Novels & Stories

Then slowly, carefully, I began to write: I promise to love you without condition, every day of your life. I promise to listen, even when your words haven’t formed yet. I promise to let you fail and still believe in you after. I promise to protect your wonder, your kindness, your fire. I promise to tell you the truth, and teach you how to stand in it. I promise to show you what it looks like to love fiercely, and live gently. I promise to never stop choosing this life. You. Us. I looked over what I had written. Then folded the paper in half and slipped it inside the small blue box we’d chosen to hold keepsakes for Elias’s future.

" I was so exasperated that I did not know how to react. "Who even confesses like you just did? Could you be more serious?" "Okay." He took a deep breath and continued, "Bindi Leef, I don't want to talk about forever or going to the ends of the earth. There are 365 days in a year. I just want to have you by my side throughout all four seasons every year. "I want to spend the warm summers, blooming spring days, and the extreme cold and heat with you. I also want to be the only one by your side, spending all my days with you and protecting you.

Not as a burden. As an invitation. And somewhere beyond memory, beyond the dream, beyond all the cycles that had once defined reality— a promise lingered. Not written in a book. Not protected by Pillars. Not guarded by ancient systems. A simple promise carried by ordinary people every day. The promise that no matter how difficult today became— someone, somewhere, would choose tomorrow. And as Ama walked toward the city, toward her friends, toward another ordinary evening— she felt something she hadn't felt in countless lifetimes.

I could still feel it under my skin—like a signature, like a promise, like the moment a match thinks about being struck and decides it wants to be fire. “Paper,” I said softly, the word leaving a temporary fog on the window. “Promises.” And because I refused, on principle, to be the first to look away, I stood and let the city look back until dawn found us both.

He looked up, a glimmer of hope reigniting in his eyes. "You can pay on a monthly basis. I'll give you a 30-day payment term." That glimmer died, replaced by an unreadable expression. "12,000 dollars? That's what you charge your family?" "Family, huh?" I reiterated, savoring the words. "Uncle Liam, do you know what that word means in my book? In my book, treating someone like family means paying them on time, not ripping them off, and not weaponizing blood ties to haggle on prices. I'm sure you know the state of your factory better than I do, Uncle Liam.

Although today marks the start to the rest of our lives, I know it will not be enough time with you. I will not take our time together for granted. And because words cannot do it, I promise to show you, for the rest of my life, how much I love you. I promise to encourage you to follow your dreams. I promise to make you laugh when you are taking yourself too seriously. I promise to hold your hand through the good times and through the bad times. I promise to be loyal and faithful and to put you before all else. I promise to never stop making up songs for you. Although, I know you wish I would.

He was not sure what he wanted from her. He was obviously excited by her fear, yet bothered by it. “Who marries just because of a childhood promise. Why is mine coming to hunt? I also promised to give my childhood neighbor four children, is he also going to pop out?” she blurted and his cold gaze swept over her. “Your mouth is really quick, isn’t it? It moves before your brain can keep up,” he said. “I’m sorry,” she lowered her head. “I won’t kill you? At least not to keep my secret,” he said in frustration.

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.

Did she really think that the world should revolve around her? I replied, "Ms. Black, if you need anything, you should go to your dear husband, Leonard. I'm just an outsider. I have no obligation to clean up your mess." It suddenly dawned on her, and a flicker of realization crossed her face. "Is it status that you care about? I'll think about it after I give birth, but you must promise not to make it public. I don't want to upset Leo." I stared at her, pausing between each word. "I'll say it again. Leave. Don't let me see you again. I don't want to remarry you. Never in this lifetime."

"And Anthony never breaks a promise, right?" His heart shattered. "I..." He couldn't muster a single word. Solace was right. He never broke a promise. "Don't go on making promises you can't keep. You'll be backed into a cave. Full of broken words you never truly meant. They will only come back to bite you in the future, you can't escape it. There's never an escape," Solace lectured. "Your promises to me weren't really promises, were they? Just scattered tasks you never planned to do. You never planned to stay with me the way you promised. You can't keep a promise. You never could. No one can. It's a word tossed in the air far too often to mean a single thing. Not the way it used to."