“I don’t make promises I can’t keep. So I won’t promise to never hurt you. I won’t promise forever. But I will promise this: I’ll show up. Even with a broken bike. Even at 2 AM. Even when the pudding is already melted.”
“I’m taking a 30-day break from romance,” I said, stirring the melting ice. “No dating apps. No crushes. No staring at handsome baristas.” soredemo ashita kareshi
We didn’t kiss. We didn’t hold hands. We just sat there on the curb, two broken people with one melted pudding, watching the first train of the morning rumble past. “I don’t make promises I can’t keep
But I stuck to the pact.
I stopped under a streetlamp. A single moth was throwing itself against the glass. ” I said