When the Hours Move to Minutes

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June 13, 2010

At our age, basically all relationships fail.

No matter how beautiful your relationship was, or how little you regret it, or how well it ended, it did end. The only successful relationship would be being with that person for the rest of your life. Which is pretty fucking rare, not to be a downer. Stop promising that you’re going to marry her someday. You’re not. And if you do, it will be a lovely surprise and something that you shouldn’t discuss until you’re at least out of high school. Don’t promise her marriage. Don’t promise her your eternal love. Don’t promise that she is the only girl you will ever have feelings for, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live. Can’t you just promise that you’ll call her tomorrow? Promise that you’ll come visit. Promise that you’ll take her to that movie she’s been dying to see. Because when you break up, she will relay all those promises over and over again in her head. Don’t promise forever. You can imagine it all you want. You can play house if you want, playing house is fucking fun. Talking about how your day would be like living together is fun. Naming your kids is fun. But that’s all in good fun. I’m not saying this to be cynical, it’s just the smarter way to go about things. I’m sure you swear you’re going to marry her someday, but how about you wait until that someday? If you hate breaking promises, then don’t make promises you can’t keep.