I promise.

I still have the letter.
I'd burn everything else,
I threw it all away.

Not the letter.

I promise,
If I ever get married,
I'll burn the letter too,
Along with the memories,
Along with the grudge,
Along with the feelings,
Along with all my love.

But right now,
Let it be mine.

Let it be the tiniest evidence,
That I once loved,
Being loved,
And broken.