Maybe.

Just maybe, one day, I'll let you read it...

I promise.

I'm over it. But you still seem to seep into my mind through the little cracks available. As much as I try and block you out, you're still there. I'm keeping my promise. Although I'm losing hope that you're keeping yours too.

Paper or plastic.

"Paper or plastic?" was what he asked.
She said paper. I said plastic.
Paper may be looking better in most situations. But it's plastic that'll actually help from breaking. It's also plastic that will still be there when the water is drenched upon the both of us.