I imagine the ones we’ve lost as ghosts who prowl about the edges of the light, waiting for us to join them. Sometimes that’s terrifying, and sometimes it’s reassuring, a promise of homecoming.
For love to flourish there has to be trust. Promises don’t matter as much as personal choice.
I wanted proof, not promises.
I’d never known it was possible to love as he did— with complete devotion yet devoid of promises.
People stay together and stay true only as long as they both want to. And all the promises in the world don’t change the length of time. Nothing comes with a guarantee.