Broken Promises, Broken Hearts:
It was easy to fall in love with her. She was beautiful, smart, and she fought hard for those she cared about. So yes, it was easy to fall in love with her. It was easy to want to hold her hand, to kiss her face. It was easy to want to protect her from everything. And she swore it was easy to love me too. I know that it wasn't sometimes though. I know I made it hell to love me sometimes. But there was always one thing that held us together. A promise we made years ago. We both swore to never break that promise above all else. But she did. She broke that one promise. The one thing we swore never to do, she did. So now I sit here, in this room, and feel the tears leaking out of my eyes as I stare at a picture of us. Its my favorite picture. We're standing on the beach, my arms wrapped around her waist, my thumbs in her belt loops. Her face is turned so she can kiss my shoulder. It was a beautiful vacation. A week of nothing but her and the ocean, of course it was beautiful. And now we would never have that again. Just because of that one broken promise. That one mistake. Because now she was never coming home. One wrong move. And now, just past that door, is the love of my life. I walk out of the room that served as my safe haven. 20 pairs of eyes look at me. I say nothing as I walk through the rows, rows of chairs, rows of people. I say nothing because my attention is riveted on one thing. Finally the endless stretch of floor comes to an end and I force my eyes up.
"You promised Liv. You swore you would never do this to me!" I whisper brokenly, staring down at her face.
She looks almost asleep. And for a second I let myself believe she is. But I know the truth. She was gone. She had broken the promise, that she would always come home to me.