Promise Me No Promises Novels & Stories

I hadn't been looking at the camera but away and I liked the way the moon lit up just the right features. Below my picture, I began to type and felt my heart begin to pour out. "When I told you don't tonight I lied about what I meant. I meant don't leave, don't go fuck some other girl, don't go breaking my heart, don't give me a reason to turn my back, don't make promises you can't keep, don't lie to me..." Sighing I erased all of that and just hit send, sometimes things were better left unsaid.

"I promise" "I promise"

She is still a kid, so she definitely does not know anything about life. "Daddy always gets us something whenever he promises us... Uncle Max always does whatever he promised us to do, and the ones he never promised us, he never did them. So, I think promise is a strong thing that validates things," She shrugs, and I slowly nod my head. "So, do you mean your daddy never goes back on his words?" I ask her for some reason I do not understand. "Yes... He has never gone back on his words," She replies to me, and I nod my head. I don't know why I'm suddenly scared, but something keeps telling me that something is wrong somewhere, although I can't picture what exactly it is.

So I will stick to lying. "I promise"

You promised me! But the dead can't keep promises.

The actual end. (I promise.)

What could I promise without lying? Finally, I wrote: *I can't promise to be perfect. I'm broken in ways that might never fully heal. But I promise to be honest. To fight for us. To never control you or manipulate you. To be your partner, not your owner. To build a life together on our terms. That's all I can offer. But I offer it completely.* Simple. True. Mine. Marcus showed me his: *I promise to protect you without controlling you. To love you without owning you. To stand beside you, not in front of you. To be patient with your healing. To never make you feel small. To build whatever kind of life you want. That's my vow.*

I’m certainly not proposing you this way or this soon despite how much I want to (just so you know, I’m dead serious about proposing to you someday, just not today) This is a promise ring (I believe that’s what they call these days) I give you this ring to say that I’m so in love with you and that I promise to make you the happiest person in the world. I know you don’t love me yet but that’s okay. You said you trust me with your life and I promise that I’ll do anything to keep that trust. I just hope you don’t lose faith in me, ever. I’ve made a lot of promises to you over the years since our childhood. I’ve kept every one of them and I intend to keep them all – new and old.

No rush. Just the press of her fingers closing over his, holding the memory chip between them. A promise. A beginning.

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.