"When you are young, you do not realize, but as you get older, you find it harder and harder to keep your promises."

I have been warned.

Human beings may be the only creatures on this earth that can be truly of time, therefore may be the only animals capable of understanding the abstract concepts of past, present and the future.

Thus, it follows that only human beings finds meaning in making promises, keeping promises and breaking them. It is not a habit that I hold people to their promises, it is natural for me to remember them, but unnatural to expect them to live up to their words.

Maybe I have learnt to view others as events.

You may find it dehumanizing. But death is an event, living is a process, the past is history, the future has yet to happen, and your stumbling into my life is an accident.

Life, yours or mine, is a series of events. And...

My promise to you is... an event in the Will Be.

My promise to you is... a bookmark placed in the later pages of your tome.

My promise to you is... a hurled pebble to create a ripple upstream in the river of time.

My promise to you is... an attempt to give you an insignificant sense of predictability in Change.

My promise to you is... a post dated cheque for all that you have done for me.

My promise to you is... a credit note from a stranger to a stranger.

My promise to you is... my futile attempt at clinging on to the past.

My promise to you is... a reminder for me to look back.

My promise to you is... a hope that the fulfilment can invoke memories to bring a shred of warmth to my tired eyes.

My promise to you is... never about you.

My promise to you is... always about me.

My promise to you is... simply a promise to myself about you.