comPromise 

You put a ring on it last summer. We said silly romantic things like nothing would ever come between us,
-and that we’ll get married next summer.
But that I got a job bigger than you was not my fault.
That you began to see yourself lower than a buried man was not my intent.
I became bigger than everything you ever imagined, so I dropped my imaginations. Marvin,
-That compromise is spelt with a promise is not a mistake. Maybe we weren’t meant to happen.

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