i don't even get disappointed anymore. i'm just like, "again? okay." and it's strange how something that once broke my heart now barely moves me. maybe it's because i've seen the pattern too many times. the promises, the effort at the start, and then the slow fading when things get real. at some point you stop expecting better, not because you enjoy being treated that way, but because you learn not to be surprised anymore. it doesn't shock you, it just confirms what you already felt coming. and instead of arguing or asking why, you quietly step back and let people show you exactly who they are.