PICKING DAISY
The Promise
It started with a promise.
A promise that fell from my lips like melting water falls back to a stream. Somehow, it was easy to tell him, to PROMISE him I'd be okay. That I'd stay, that I wouldn't say goodbye.
And even I should know better than to make promises I don't know know to keep, but with him it was simple. Because with him...I was happy.
Maybe it is a cliché in itself. To say that he became my world. To say I was so invested in him I lost sight of myself but at least it is not a lie.
Like the lies that he wore on HIS lips like they were going out of style.
So when he promised he'd love me, I believed him.
When he said I was the one, I fell deeper in love.
This is not fanfiction.
This is my story and I have no place to write it.
I have been debating whether or not to jump for a year now.
And I have decided I am not ready to say goodbye.
So I will change the names and tell the truth.
My name is Elliot.
And this story is about you.
Notes
Welp. That got heavy.
