I'd remember that day, carry those memories, forever.
"Even if it killed me."
I'd sworn.
Since then, I'd like to think I've wised up a bit in terms of proclamations of outrageous promises.
But, perhaps because it was the last promise I had ever declared, and partly due to my inherent stubbornness, it was one I intended to keep.
Love, life, and hate seem to always go hand in hand in everything. I'm sure everyone's heard the term: "Love is fickle."
But, more so life.
More so, hate.