How many times must promises break before hope dies? One, or two, or three mistakes, a day, a month, a lifetime? How much are you willing to take, before you realize? Promises are not promises made, when on empty words the promises break.

Now the Love endures, the hope deflates, the trust gets shaken when the promises break. Yet, another chance given, and another chance to take. Another promise made, another promise to break.

Is my value so low that I will never succeed? Am I missing the truth inside of me?

If your value was low, would another chance come? Even after the promise is broken and done. The truth inside of you is all that I see, it’s all that I ever wanted you to be.

So, another chance given…

Keep smiling, you’re worth it!

Always Yours

me