I realized there are so many promises that will never become true in my life. The brunch place in Toronto that I will never get to know where it is at, the glamorous french chateau I will never get to visit, the trip to up North I will never learn how cold it will be, the Paneer dish that I will never taste again...
Apparently, it is such a big deal for me. Maybe that is the reason why I am not good with giving out promises. If I do, I am obligated to put in my heart to make it happen. Nevertheless, most of people are not like me. He gives out promises as blowing bubbles or throwing feather in the air. Bubbles, feather, right, that is how heavy those promises are for him.
Like my parents said, leave him, leave him to other girls, leave his feather-like promises, bubble-filled promises to other girls. My life should be more real, should be closer to the ground.
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