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Promise me this baby promise me this:

Promise me if we ever become like my parents you’ll let me go. If we can’t talk to each other without shouting; without going above 88 decibels, promise me you’ll let me go. Promise me if you start going on stupid dating websites and talking to women whose existence you deny; promise me if you feel the need to tell me they ‘mean nothing’ that you’ll let me go.

Baby look my parents were in love once too and now they’re together out of necessity not affection. This is what happens when a volcano meets the Atlantic Ocean; they might survive for a little while but it’s only a matter of time before they blow.

Please please just promise that if we can’t look each other in the eye anymore; if we end up sleeping in different beds in different rooms at the ends of long corridors; if we can’t laugh at the same jokes and pride becomes more important than forgiveness… Look just promise me that if you’re not happy and I’m not happy, you’ll let me go.

You’re in love with me now and God knows I love you too. But look, just promise if you ever start having doubts you’ll say so. Look, I’m begging you please let’s not torture each other like that; just promise me the same and I’ll promise to let you go.