past.

i promise you that you will get a little more three-dimensional;
i promise you that you will stop feeling so consistently flat,
so deflated,
and i promise you that the world will change into more of a scary place but that
you will escape from it
with your head held high.

present.

i know that life isn't treating you too well right now.
i know that you are hurting yet at the same time denying yourself,
denying your chance to hurt,
and i know that the people in your world twist your perceptions every day but that
you will find harmony with them
in simplicity and silence.

future.

you promise me that life will get better.
you promise me that my world will be moulded into something involving him,
involving the boy with the crooked glasses.
and you promise me that someday the world will be changed through a few small words:
i adore you
in simplicity and silence and with my head held high.

love is love.