Promises
For the longest time, I've been afraid of promises. And I don't want this to become a sob story, so I'll keep this part short; My Nana passed away when I was 15 years old, and he was truly my person - a bundle of joy and love (somehow even in his most challenging times). If anyone has ever made me feel like anything is possible, it was him! Almost a month before that dreadful day came was my birthday, and he'd been quite sick for a while by then, having had about 5 surgeries recently. He used to love singing and dancing, and on my birthday, as we turned on his favourite songs, we asked him to have a little dance with us, but he said, "Not this time, but next year, I promise!" and now, as we know it, next year never came. So, for years, all I could think whenever someone promised me something was that Nana had also promised, and this too would never happen. This made life a little weird since I started being scared of promises in general (yeah, even I didn'...