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A Little Promise

Keep the promises that you make to yourself.


If anything, keep the promises that you make to yourself, Kid. 


. . .


To whom it may concern,


Keep the promises you make to yourself.


That’s all you got to do. 


Really.


Just keep those little promises.


This whole thing burns down if you don’t.


This whole damn thing crumbles if you don’t. 


So, Kid, what’s it going to be?


What’s a promise you want to keep?


What’s waking up from the deep?


Go ahead, Kid, make a promise you’ll have to keep . . .


. . .


I promise to . . . rise.



. . . Hey, Kid? What the hell does that mean?


I don’t really know. But the words feel right. Seems to fit, doesn't it? It’s kind of a cool thing to say right there. I almost like it. And, I almost mean it . . .


Try again.


I promise to . . . fly.


What the fuck, Kid? Be serious for a moment. Be real. Be honest.


I mean it. I’ll try to fly. 


Golly, Kid. Jeez. You’re a real piece of work. Maybe this isn’t for you?


Let’s see how high I can fly. 


Promise yourself something you can actually keep. Something realistic. 


I promise to fall in love deeper and harder than anyone ever has before. 


Holy shit, kid. Holy hell. I forgot you were a goddamn romantic. This is a comedy now. It wasn’t supposed to be a comedy. It was supposed to be meaningful. 


I promise that I’ll try to be better than I was . . .


Well, I’ll be damned. There ya go, kid. You got one. Now keep this one, will ya?


CH 3/2/25

 
 
 

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