From one boy to the next, it’s all a mindless tangle of interlocking and overlapping hurts.
Is it me, or is it them?
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It’s because he worded his promises in such beautiful words.
“I love you.”
“Forever.”
I wish I could believe. It’s so much easier to believe and be led on, to be in love and optimistic.
But I rarely keep my promises. So why should he?
Still I mouth the same promises in the same beautiful words.
“I love you.”
No forever, though. That’s just too dramatic. I can’t love anyone that long, and I probably never will.
Dear boy, I will exchange these empty words with you for as long as it takes, if only to find out how long you can keep lying to me. Or how long I can lie to myself.
Just. Please. Let my promises stay false.







