I know I' am suppose to make my own choice.

But I simple can't.

There were no promised made, but I feel bad.

I really do. It's not far for you, I know.

Trying my best, really.

I don't feel good about this, really.

Someone like you are meant to be treasured, I will, really.

We've made this promise, only between you and me.

No one knows anything, except for you and me.

I know they try to understand but they can't.

And I know, when they say they understand, well, the truth is they don't.

*cry* We promise to be the bestest of friend didn't we?