I would not ask of you to give me all your tomorrows, for there is no such thing as a promise in tomorrow.
I wouldn’t ask you for anything beyond your control of the universe.

But I’d like to ask you for your yesterdays. A promise to share together our reflections on memories of our times.

That, if we may make it to the unpromised tomorrow, we will accompany each other to celebrate every yesterday we’ve come through.