I promise to love you.
At 6:30 am when you’re walking to go to school or whatever road life takes you on, and when you wear your pajamas, your hair is a mess and your eyes are sleepy.
At 8am when we say good-bye for the day and we’re rushing out home, you with a cup of tea and your purse, and I with a cup of coffee and the car keys in the other hand.
At 2pm when I send you that text that you read two hours later but it draws the beautiful smile you have.
At 7pm when you’re tired from the day and people have worn you out and you feel like crying and falling asleep and escaping from everything: I will kiss your forehead, and wrap my arms all over yourself.
At 10pm when you’re heading to bed, even though you probably won’t sleep for hours because of the stress. I will be playing with your hair.
At 3am when loneliness and sadness do not destroy but consume us, and when you cry without an explanation, I’ll kiss your lips softly and tell you you’re the absolute best and that things will be better soon.
I will love you when you grow old; and I will love you after that, I will love you if I’m no longer here.
I will love you.
I will love you.
I will love you.
So I had this beauty on my drafts for a long time. I was feeling real intense love to someone. Like really falling in love. And I remember typing all these feelings away while I save d it as draft, as well as my feelings to that person.