When I read the first of Essin' Em's 30 Days Of Letters (Done before her by other bloggers whom I keep intending to read in length), I was intrigued. And now I'm giving it a go myself.
I don’t remember who you were. I sure as hell hope it was something worth a pinky promise. I better not have promised to always give you my last beer.
I’m sorry this is so short, but I seriously don’t remember who you were or what I promised.