things change...

but people don't. at least that's what i've come to learn and know. an entire week hadn't even gone by between the night you came home with two-dozen long-stemmed roses saying, "...one for every month i have loved you," and the morning i found out that you hadn't changed... that my past forgiveness(es) have been in vain... and that sadly, you are the type of person who's capable of completely losing my trust.

the worst part about it all, is that none of this means that i don't still love you.