Promises, Promises

I don’t know that we ever made any of our promises official “pinky promises,” we were more of the “cross my heart hope to die stick a needle in my eye” type. (ahhh… maybe that’s when it started….) Kidding aside, those days seem like they belong to a different person; the memories more like a dream than my past reality. Those hopeful promises of being friends forever and not sharing secrets… well turns out we were good at keeping our promises.