Disclaimer: A few people are still holding out (how dare you!) so I haven't bought the rights yet. Darn.
Through the wind, the rain, the sun, the elements, she was unchanging.
Sometimes, when he went to visit her, he was amazed by how perfectly the stone had preserved her image. It was almost, almost as if he could reach out and touch gray skin instead of stone.
He had changed.
Once you had your heart broken, it was hard not to change. Even physically, he was different. The green skin was the same, but he was taller. Thicker. Tougher. She was forever young, beautiful, serene, and perfect.
Through his tears, his hopes, his prayers, his heartbreak, she was unchanging.