i listened.

"you can't change him," my friends told me, "he's heartless."
i didn't listen.
my parents weren't your number one fans, either.
"you can do so much better, honey," my mother had said.
"we just want the best for you," my father finished.
i didn't listen.
my own mind didn't seem to like the idea of you and i.
"he's trouble. you know that."
i didn't listen.
even you had told me of your history with purported love.
"i'm not one for commitment," were your exact words to me.
i didn't listen.
"you love him," my heart had told me.
i listened.