Make a promise.

You love me now and I love you for whatever the time remains.
You will love me sometimes. And I will love you for the rest.
Today, when you do love me, make a promise.
Make a promise to me.
I don't want you to promise me to stay with me forever, but promise to keep me alive in your memories, promise to remember our little summer love. Because I'll be replaying those smiles in my head every summer.
I don't want you to promise me that there will never be another. I know there will be. Prettier and cheekier. But promise to never let them in those dusty corners of your mind that were once mine. Promise to keep my room in your heart locked. Empty and full of me.
I don't want you to promise me that you'll never touch another. Kiss them to glory. But promise to remember the rhythm of your heart beating fast when you lay on me. Promise to remember how we spent the nights naked in words and thoughts.
I don't want you promise me to never share your life with anyone else, but promise to never give that part of your soul that you gave to me to anyone else, promise not to share your 3AM thoughts, fears and tears with anyone, promise not to laugh as fully, not to smile in your sleep, not to dance with absolute ecstasy, not to sing on top of your lungs, not to talk with that twinkle in your eyes.
Those are my selfish delights, only for me to keep.

Promise?