Four Years

Exactly four years ago, we promised that we would love each other for the years to come. I told you that our relationship would last for the next fifty years--and beyond! I was happy. You were happy. I thought we were perfect for each other, just like any other person who is deeply in love. We were young and idealistic then. Young love, sweet love.

The years passed by and we had to go our own ways. It was my fault, I know, for I failed to give you the importance that you most definitely deserved. I was absorbed into my personal problems and failures that I forgot that you were there--you, who I had promised to love. For that, I am deeply sorry, even though I know that my apologies will never be enough.

We parted ways. I am thrilled that you are now deeply in love with a close friend. I know him, and I know that he will not do anything to hurt you the same way I did. I don't have to ask you to love him in return, because I know you already do. As for me, I am also happy and contented with my own life right now. All's well that ends well, I suppose.

Can I just make one last promise?

I will be your friend for the next 50 years. That is a promise that I will not break anymore.

Happy *supposedly* 4th anniversary, Debbie. :)