Change of Heart

The girl I knew, or thought I knew, and fell in love with, would've timidly inched open the door and most likely slammed it in my face, upon realizing it was me. But not this girl. She wrenched it open, and stood, towering a good 6 inches over me, with her hands on her curvaceous hips and her feet a good 3 feet apart, right on the threshold. She met my eyes with an indifferent stare, but i thought i may have seen a question flicker through her hard face. She was so strong. I marveled at the beauty that had revealed itsself to me the moment her hand left the doorknob. I searched the deep brown eyes for some kind of answer to the question that was running through my mind, "who is she and what has she done with my girl?" But then she cracked a smile, and invited me in.
She said to me "Alright now, say whatever you have to say. Omission is lying, and whatever you came here to say must be important, or you wouldn't have come at all. I value what you have to say. Just take a deep breath and say it. Don't spill it in a blur. Just say it, slowly and clearly, and give me a minute to register."
Her statements sent my head spinning. She valued what i had to say? How did she know? But, regardless of my confusion, I took her advice and began to form the words, stumbling clumsily from my lips they came, but she understood. Her hard face softened and tears began to gather in her distant eyes as she listened to my story. When I finished, she was outright sobbing, and she began to speak.
"I'm sorry, but, you lost your chance. A month ago, I would've fallen into your arms, crying, and told you I loved you, but now...I've moved on. I do care about you; I probably still love you, but, we make mistakes, thats life. Repeating them? That's just stupid. So is getting your heart broken by the same person twice. I think you should go."
And so I turned on my heel and left, angry tears stinging my dry face.