“Promise me you won’t forget the time we spent together. Promise me you’ll come back for me. Promise me that I will always be your best person. Promise me that I’ll always be in your heart. Promise me that you won’t forget me. Promise me that we’ll see each other again in the future. Promise me.”
As she held out her hand for a pinky promise, tears started to form at the corner of her eyes; her eyes moist with tears. My heart ached at the sight. I didn’t want to leave her. Our time was up. It felt like a fleeting dream, but I knew it was real. Her warmth convinced me. My status was ripping us apart, and I hated it. I didn’t want to leave her. I wanted to grow up with her, to see her bloom beautifully throughout the years, to be the one who knows everything about her and everything about her life.
I smiled the brightest I could muster, my eyes also glistening with tears. Reaching out with my pinky, I whispered,