On promises and compromise [1]

Without you telling me, I already know that you think that distance would make our hearts go weary. I thought of it at times, intensely, when my missing you becomes so unbearable. ‘Oceans apart’ as a metaphor becomes so real that one would doubt if such space can ever be filled. But as they say, any belief worth having (in our case, our love) must survive the turmoils of doubt. Because when doubt is nourished, it will turn dreams into nightmares and beliefs into pessimisms.

Never doubt. This would be our first promise.


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