Promises are made to be broken.
I was in 10th standard and I had this really cool and amazing best friend. Actually, my first online friend. We hadn't met but we got so close that we knew everything about each other. No, I didn't love her. Our relationship was like Joey and Phoebe. Always there for each other.
And yes, we were immature back then but we made a promise one day that when we both grow up, we would meet each other and we would both literally dance our asses off in both of our weddings on a particular song - that song was our favourite.
It has been almost 6 years since we made that promise. We haven't met. We aren't in contact anymore and that is because of me. I take the blame. She trusted me so much that she knew that I won't lie to her, any day. But I did. The only good thing six years later is that she hasn't blocked me yet. We still have the contact cards, it's just that she doesn't reply anymore.
Yesterday, I saw her story. She was getting married. And everyone was dancing around her and she was so happy. I wanted to be there. I wanted to dance to our song. I wanted her to know that I kept the promise. It hurts. But anyway, promises are made to be broken, right?