Logically, I don't know why this is still hitting me hard . . . I mean, I practically knew it already. But, well . . .
I promise I'll love you forever.
So will I. Always.
And she promised me she wasn't going to go out with him, too . . .
then again, I figured out a while back that her promises weren't worth much. Still.
Mine still are.
(no, I'm not relapsed. Just hurt. Always hurt, if you go deep enough . . . but better.)