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.

photo by Faustin Tuyambaze via Unsplash

Written for – Three Line Tales, Week 68