I’ve broken so many of my promises to you. In all honesty, I didn’t mean to. I hope you didn’t think I broke them because they have all been lies. I’ve never been able to keep a lie very well, either. You need a good memory to be a competent liar. And that is a talent I lost through years of falling and breaking myself, like a promise. In the end, what does it matter the promises one makes or the one’s one cannot keep? A promise is but a wish not yet fulfilled. Kind of like all those you wished I’d never made and all the ones I wished you had. I’ve learned the unfortunate lesson life’s too short to make many promises and it’s too long to tell many lies. All either do is let you down. Just like me.