Promises.

Promises are like the unseen strings made between two hearts. One may keep it, or one could forget it. But whatever one choice is, the promises made are always floating there up high, in the memories of one who keeps it. Waiting to be true, I guess.

I have yet going through another journey of having to say goodbye. I hate goodbye. I hate it more than the doctors. More than I hate the spiders. I hate the feeling of void, the longing, the missing and the loss of someone. Why life arranged these meetings with people who left such a deep meaning to us only for them to be gone and suddenly, you were on the brink of losing yet another person. It feels silly sometimes. For someone to disappear on you without knowing. Without reason. One stop showing and one stop trying. And for whatever they have, disappear into the thin air like it was never even there. Sad truth isn't it.

And I am the one who stop trying cause you stop showing. Well that would be a minus two people who will eventually become merely a memory. That would definitely stored at the back of my head, buried inside, never going to bring it out. No matter how strong you thought the friendship is, sometimes shit happens and people forget. So let's do the same shall we.

I just hope someone won't disappoint me. Not anymore.