For her, promises were dead.

Ah, promises, promises. They can be oh so fickle, especially for me. I'll have to work on that.

In my last blog I'd said I'd get back to you on the whole cheesy love song thing. I've been wanting to write a catchy one of my own but right now I'll just have to settle for the millionth play of I'm Yours.

Also going along with promises, I'm promising an actual blog in the near future. No shortness, no alter-egos, just cold hard reality. Actually I want to talk about the youth outreach that I went on last week and that was anything but cold and hard. Well, except for the floors. But yeah, expect some interesting stories with hopefully some pictures to boot.

And if you were wondering, the title comes from a poem that I wrote. I might show it to you sometime, if you ask nicely (even though some of you may have already read it.)_