Poems About Promises Novels & Stories

Burying my face in my arm, I closed my eyes and let the tears fall. “Let me help. Let me do something…please…” I shook my head. “Lo único que puedes hacer por mí es dejarme ir.” [The only thing you can do for me is to let me go.] His hand froze on my back, and I could feel it clench slightly. “No sé si puedo prometer eso.” [I don’t know if I can promise that.] Smiling and chuckling this time, I lifted my head up and looked back at the dancers twirling to the music.“No cumples las promesas de todos modos.” [You don’t keep promises anyways.]

It was a promise woven with threads of determination, each strand carrying the weight of his devotion. And so, as his words lingered in the air like a melody, I found myself caught between the comforting embrace of his pledge and the lingering tendrils of unease. The tapestry of emotions within me was a complex interplay of hope and trepidation, a delicate dance that mirrored the journey ahead. With his promise as my guiding star, I braced myself for the challenges to come, knowing that his unwavering dedication would be the anchor that held me steady amidst the storm.

She looked up at me and asked me with innocence and smile lingerie on my lips and I thought of teasing her, "I think there are even some more guys, what do we do?" "You cannot betray me and leave me, okay?" She mumbled "Promise me. Promise me." And her pleading eyes met mine. "Sure, I promise!" I promised her to not leave her and that promise was not for just that moment but it was a promise for a lifetime. ❤️AUTHOR' NOTE❤️ ❤️ Hey everyone, hope you've enjoyed this chapter and do listen to that song which I've mentioned. I'm sure after listening that song, you'll love this chapter even more.❤️

I smiled back, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. "I won't. I promise." A promise was something of large significance to me. A promise wasn't just a string of words that determine whether something may or may not happen. A promise was fragile and sacred, like an ancient building that no one could bring themselves to destroy. A promise, for me, meant more than a thousand words. Kye knew this, nodding and running his hand up my jawline. "See you soon…" He said slowly before pulling his bag up onto his shoulders and turning to leave me, standing alone in front of the car.

While mine covered in anticipation and excitement. "We'll surely have a future and you'll feel happy in it" he whispered against my lips as his soft flesh brushed against mine. Promises, that's what I was afraid of. And he just promised me a future, gave me a hope. Promises are made to be broken. Thats what always happens. I know it very well yet I couldn't help but let myself believe in him. That's the very first promise he made to me. I so much want to create a future with him, where I could be happy.

I hissed as I coughed out blood, and more blood oozes out of my injured stomach. "Tell me everything." "My first promise... I'll marry you after everything, and you'll see me in a white gown." "My second promise... we'll meet again after a few years if ever this drastic fate separates us." "My last promise... I'll never be one of the stars up there."

That man came to me for nothing, even when I tried to concentrate. “Little brother... Little brother... I wake up, returning to earth and look at my little one. —Thinking about what? I stop for a few seconds, confused, not knowing what to say. “Thinking about the next piece we're going to add glitter to. “Oh, I know... You've been walking on the moon since yesterday... “Of course not, sister. “Come on, yesterday we watched an animation and you spent most of the time distracted. “Ah, forgive me, my love. “I hug her and give her a kiss; she is my treasure. “I promise I'll pay more attention.

Why was the child I had waited so many years for so easily destroyed, while the one they schemed for thrived? Again and again, I woke from dreams drenched in crimson, the imagined voice of my baby asking me, "Why didn’t you keep me?" Seeing me drowning in sorrow, Mom summoned specialists from across the country. Every one of them gave the same verdict: the wound was in my heart, and only the heart could heal it. She told me, "If you can recover, whatever you decide to do, I’ll stand by you." But what was left for me to do? My days became hollow. On sunny afternoons, I sat in the garden, basking in warmth. On rainy ones, I sheltered in the pavilion, watching the storm.

For as long you'll have me, then I'd like to have you as well goes unspoken; in any way you'll let me, in any way I can. A lot of things went unspoken between them but for once, for once Proserpina feels like they have reached the same page. But at their core, isn't that what makes a promise? Promises are an agreement founded in mutual trust and even if they are felt, they will always be the words that linger in our minds, in our hearts; promises will always be the words that remain unsaid. And while this promise may or may not be worth it (this was for her to judge for many years to come), she dares to hope that it will be one he or she won't come to regret.

I didn’t feel the urge to fill the space with noise or distraction. The promise didn’t demand attention. It just held. Later, lying in bed, I thought about how many promises I’d seen broken not because people lied, but because they’d been made from fear. From hope disguised as certainty. From a desire to lock something down before it could slip away. This wasn’t that. This promise didn’t try to secure the future. It honored the present. I wasn’t promising forever. I wasn’t promising perfection. I was promising not to abandon myself while something good was happening.