Storm.

My fault for thinking I could believe in you one more time. You haven't been strong the past fourteen months, so why would you now?
I thought you could change. I thought maybe now, more than ever, you would surprise me. But you haven't. You've left me worse of then you found me. And I cannot understand you one single bit. You must love me a hell of a lot, because you've done absolutely nothing to make this right. And you're the one who was dishonest.
Thanks.