"just tell me we'll never get used to it"

Promise me now that our adventures would never end – that you'll still jump with me without watching the abysm but staring at my face; that we'll never stop going to bed at six am after staring at the roof in our rooms and talking about everything, that you'll always say 'hello' to me on the phone as if my call was the one that you were waiting, that you'll always tell me first why that 'special someone' is the love of your life (and that you’ll let me kill them if they hurt you)...
Tell me routine would never kill us, tell me nothing is going to come across our friendship, tell me that old poem was right and that, in fact, we'll never get used to it.