He was my childhood sweetheart. I was 6 and he was 7. One day i was at the park and i fell while on the swing, he just happened to pass by at that time and he helped me up, he reached into his pocket and got out a band aid. He opened it and placed it on my boo-boo and kissed it after. thats how it all started, now im 16 and he’s 17. Yesterday he told me he had to leave cause his dad got a new job somewhere. I cried feeling torn apart. He promised me that someday we’d find each other again. I told him its one promise he wont be able to keep. He swore that we’d find each other again the same way we met. So everyday i visit the nearest park and wait. He never came. 

I waited for 10 years. and one day, just like every other, I was on the swing in the park. Some kids passed by me running, and they accidentally hit me and i fell. I thought that was the moment I’d find him. But no, he wasnt there to help me this time. So, feeling dejected, i went to the nearest hospital to get sewed up. The door opened and a doctor came in, he reached into his pocket and got out a band aid. He opened it and placed it on my wound and kissed it after. then he said “I always keep my promises.”