Once again, for old time's sake

It's raining, and it's three in the morning, and I am awake alone in my dorm.  On some level you could say that some things never change.
But they have.
I'm happy.
I'm not writing men into bloody oblivion, I'm not crying myself to sleep after sneaking back across campus and down sets of stairs.
I just came from my boyfriend's room, my boyfriend of over two years.  He told me he loved me and he kissed me on the forehead and then I walked home through the rain.
I'm not the same girl anymore, longing to be out of the grey grey town.
Bring it, Meadville.