I should have known from the way his words sounded too perfect, like something rehearsed instead of felt. I held onto every promise he gave me, turning them into something real in my head, even when his actions quietly said otherwise. I kept telling myself to be patient, to believe him, to believe us. “You said you wouldn’t leave… so why does it feel like you already have?” I asked, my voice smaller than I expected. He didn’t answer the way I needed him to, and that was when it finally sank in, not all promises are meant to be kept, and some are only there to comfort you before they break you.