Still in disbelief

A night on his horse rode in, and you rode out.
So different, you ought to change your name;
Too soon I have spoken.
You’re not a kit anymore,
That’s what you wanted.
Said that months ago,
But wouldn’t believe you,
Still in disbelief.
Are you? I kept wondering
As the days become months
And months become daze
And the months become vows.
Is it all clear?