And I just thought.
Like always, I thought you'd come back around.
Like you always do, I thought you'd give in.
But you won't.
You didn't.
I don't think you will.
Consistency.
I hate change.
This is change.
You'll be back.
But this isn't what I want right now.
You're stronger than I thought you were.
Consistency.
It's what I live off of.
Change.
It's what you're known for.
What I'm afraid of.
Change,
Consistency.
This is all too much for me.
