i don't even feel disappointed anymore. i'm just like, "again? okay." it's strange how something that once broke my heart now barely affects me. maybe it's because i've seen the same pattern too many times. the promises, the effort at the start, then the slow distance when things become real. after a while, you stop expecting better. not because you like being treated that way, but because you learn not to be surprised anymore. it doesn't hurt the same, it only confirms what you already felt was coming. and instead of arguing or asking why, you quietly step back and watch people reveal themselves. because they can only disappoint you until you finally stop expecting anything from them.