you've changed, she says

you've

changed, she says.

you're not the same person you

were when we met.

kind and generous,

uncomplicated

and compromising.

yes, i am,

i tell her. i still am

that person,

but at the time

i was just hiding who i really

was,

the person you met

was just an act

to get you into bed.

i could say the same about

you, i tell her.

i understand, she says.

same for me.

so now what?