Amidst the hustle and bustle of my life in the last few months I've found myself spending many a waking moment pondering this deceivingly simple question. What makes a promise fade?Is it the sands of time beating relentlessly against the fabric of a promise not realized that causes it's fbers to fray and vibrant color to fade? Perhaps it's the vicissitudes of fate that crash incessantly like waves on the rock that was this promise that causes it's constituent minerals to leach out and make it crumble little by little? Or is it the