Breaking of A Promise

She made me promise.
She really did.
There were two promises.
One is to commit to turning up from now on.
The other is to swear I won't do it again.

Friend says, it's good. Like everything is getting better.
How happy it is. When it's so obvious that I've been given another chance to make another's life hell.
"Because 'she' is not emotionally tied to you." - and so it should be.
But damnit, as soon as she made me promise, the ties are made.
What does she think, that I'll promise and keep it up because she's important to me?
That I'll do it for her?
Is that the emotional ties work?
Is this how things really operate?

It was after 11pm that night.
I came through the corridor after turning my keys in the front door.
The air smells of sugar. And cocoa.
My flatmate, Nigel, is baking a cake, diligently, with a serene expression on his face I've never seen before.
It brightens up my day.
And I walk into my room.
To begin the breaking of my promise.



(What do you expect?)