Do you remember those promises?
Don't worry, I'm not going to hold you to them... I made quite enough myself.
Each word spoken in earnest,
as they cascaded past our lips with the force and rush of a waterfall.
I loved you then and I love you now,
I just wish that I hadn't said them all with the impetuousness of youth,
leaving the tainted desire attached of being able to refine those words.
Maybe if I'd built a dam and let the current wear away the craggy edges,
smoothing them over time,
earnest edges worn down to playful curves.
Perhaps I'm missing the point though.
Smoother words may be prettier but they're easier to skip across the surface.