Promises are meant to be broken( 1 min read)

I turned back hearing my name and froze up for a moment seeing her face.

“You…here…” we both spoke up together, holding each other’s hands excitedly; we had no idea that our daughters’d been studying in the same college; if it wasn’t for their graduation ceremony, we would’ve never met again.

We reminisced about the good old days and a little while later, an awkward silence took over; it was strange that we had nothing else to talk about while in college we were inseparable; look how all of them are hugging and making promises to be friends forever, which in most instances will never be fulfilled she said; I smiled in agreement.

– Chirasree, a dreamer.

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photo by Faustin Tuyambaze via Unsplash

Written for – Three Line Tales, Week 68

 

11 Comments

  1. It’s like that isn’t it, the friends we make we think will be friends always but like gets in the way and we move in different directions. Lovely piece of writing Scree…

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