Rise Up to Your Partners Expectations with Your Promises on Valentine Weeks Promise Day
The Valentine week starts with fresh rose blooms, goes on to make love proposals, sweetens with chocolates, hugs with soft teddy bears and then includes the making of promises to your loved one. The fifth day, 11th February, Promise Day is the day of making promises to your partner.
Your partner must have waited for a long time for a specific promise to come from you and today is the best opportunity to make it happen. However, you need to take care and promise something that you can fulfil. It is better to promise less and put in efforts to accomplish more. You should in no case disappoint your partner by failing to live-up-to your promise.
Some people mouth promises which they claim are their own but in fact they are words and sentences picked up from social sites. They feel that such days are just a formality. However, by doing so they are insulting the supporters who believe in the sanctity of the day. You should mean what you say.
Promises should come from the bottom of your heart and only then can you maintain them lifelong.
So, celebrate the day with your loved one by making the promises they desire!
The stars are brilliant at this time of night
and I wander these streets like a ritual I dont dare to break
for darling, the times are quite glorious.
I left him by the waters edge,
still waving long after the ship was gone
and if someone would have screamed my name I wouldnt have heard for Ive said goodbye so many times in my short life that farewells are a muscular task and Ive taught them well.
Theres a place by the side of the railway near the lake where I grew up and I used to go there to burry things and start anew.
I used to go there to say goodbye.
I was young and did not know many people but I had hidden things inside that I never dared to show and in silence I tried to kill them,
one way or the other,
leaving sin on my body
scrubbing tears off with salt
and I built my rituals in farewells.
Endings I still cling to.
So I go to the ocean to say goodbye.
He left that morning, the last words still echoing in my head
and though he said hed come back one day I know a broken promise from a right one
for I have used them myself and there is no coming back.
Minds like ours are cant be tamed and the price for freedom is the price we pay.
I turned away from the ocean
as not to fall for its plea
for it used to seduce and consume me
and there was this one night
a few years back and I was not yet accustomed to farewells
and just like now I stood waving long after the ship was gone.
But I was younger then and easily fooled
and the ocean was deep and dark and blue
and I took my shoes off to let the water freeze my bones.
I waded until I could no longer walk and it was too cold to swim but still I kept on walking at the bottom of the sea for I could not tell the difference between the ocean and the lack of someone I loved and I had not yet learned how the task of moving on is as necessary as survival.
Then days passed by and I spent them with my work
and now Im writing letters I will never dare to send.
But there is this one day every year or so
when the burden gets too heavy
and I collect my belongings I no longer need
and make my way to the ocean to burn and drown and start anew
and it is quite wonderful, setting fire to my chains and flames on written words
and I stand there, starring deep into the heat until theyre all gone.
Nothing left to hold me back.
You kissed me that morning as if youd never done it before and never would again and now I write another letter that I will never dare to send, collecting memories of loss
like chains wrapped around my veins,
and if you see a fire from the shore tonight
its my chains going up in flames.
The time of moon i quite glorious.
We could have been so glorious. ? Charlotte Eriksson