You were always one for breaking things. . I just never thought it would be promises...so much more than bones and hearts....but I still forgive you. I don't think I'll ever know how, or why. Maybe it's all your tiny idio-synchrosies that only I know about, or maybe it's that gift you have of always knowing what to say, even if it isn't with words. Promise me this though, that you'll never let me fall from hopes as high as the ones you've given me, no more broken or fractured promises, or little white lies. This time, never is a promise, and you can't afford to lie.