“I don’t want someone who promises me the moon and stars. I want someone who promises to lay on the grass and watch them with me.” ~ Unknown
Let us promise that we won’t ever make the empty sweet promises of new lovers, especially those that we can’t keep.
Instead, let our whispered promises taste of southern bourbon and smell like fresh cotton. Let them be entwined with a roughened honesty that only age and experience can inspire.
I promise that I will make you mad.
We cannot guarantee that we will always be bathed in the pink ethereal glow of happiness; but rather, and more importantly, even at the end of the day when I’m the one to have made your blood boil, say that you’ll still take this hand, and choose this life.
I promise that who I am now will not be who I am next year, next month, or even tomorrow.
Let us not promise that we won’t ever change, but guarantee that we will. Because that is the soulmate’s job to continually inspire change, to challenge the status quo, because we want to wake each other up to be the best possible version of our true self, even if it hurts.
I promise that I don’t need you, but that I do want you.
There’s no reason to say we can’t live without each other. We both know that we can, it may be slightly boring, mediocre even, but live we can. The difference is that we don’t want to, and that each day is made just a little better by our secret midnight confessions and slow morning coffee—and the other hundred small little things that we do to make this life incredible.
I promise that I don’t know how to be normal.
We are going to take the road less traveled; through late night art making, nude sunbathing, afternoon martini’s and parties late into the evening with too much wine and so much laughter. Thankfully, we don’t know how to do this life like everyone else. Even when we drive each other crazy with our differences we know that neither of us would have it any other way, because we’ve learned that there is so much more to life than fitting in.
I promise that I will feel like home.
No matter how many times we’ve been tangled in these pale sheets as the first rays of sunlight cast shadows across our dreams, we won’t ever have our fill. We will always touch each other’s bodies with the magic of the first time, sparks flying burning down everything around us. We’ve ruined each other for anyone else, and as we drift off to sleep, the softness of my bottom pressed against you, everything before there was a you and an I will become nothing but a distant memory.
I promise that I will never be good at doing what I’m supposed to.
We both are going to make a million mistakes. We are going to hurt each other, it’s a given. No matter how good our intentions are, we are each on our own journey, and that doesn’t mean we will always do the right thing. In fact, by definition of being on a true journey of discovering our own authenticity, I can guarantee we won’t. But I do know that wherever our journey takes us, we both will continue to improve.
Even if we don’t like the choices the other makes, we will accept them. We appreciate that neither of us is meant to be owned, or controlled, and instead we feel lucky to even be a part of each other’s story.
I promise that I will never ask for forever.
There is only today, and hopefully tomorrow, but that suddenly between midnight movies and sunrise sex the days will add up to a collection of the best of our lives.
Forever is a desperate promise of young love. Instead, let us take each wonderful day one day at a time and see where the adventure takes us, let the moon answer the questions the sun may ask, and in between it all, you’ll come to see that I’ll still be by your side.
“I don’t know where I’m going from here but I promise it won’t be boring.” ~ David Bowie
Author: Kate Rose
Editor: Renée Picard