promises

it was the first time anyone had ever promised me something. something big. something like this. and it was from you. you promised me. in a time of beautiful, raw vulnerability, you promised not to hurt me. you promised me you would be your best for me. you promised to always travel beside me, physically, emotionally. you promised to ride out the bumps. you knew that sometimes, it would take time to get there. you promised never to take us for granted, me for granted. you promised to share with me what we have, and what was to come.

and somewhere, somehow, you stopped. just like that, you stopped. you stopped being vulnerable. you stopped being your best self. you broke your promises. you gave up on me, you gave up on us. you took me for granted. you took us for granted. you stopped traveling beside me. you stopped sharing with me. why? why did that happen? why do people make promises and break them? why do people give up on vulnerability, on love, on compassion? why don't people see how short life is? why did I get caught up in the negativity? why did I let those words in? why did I trust you? why do I let them hurt me now? why do I still hold on to mere fragments of those beautiful words? the most beautiful words anyone has ever written to me...but they are empty now. and in this moment, my feelings parallel your words.

"For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love." - carl sagan