What hasn't been said.

June 26, 2008. From: Nick Lambert No Subject: I don't love you anymore.


I keep taking him back.

He’s beautiful, but differently than he was when he first tempted me in to his house of cards. He’s still muscular, but not strong; still immature, but not young; still sad, but not lonely; still quiet, but no longer honest. The other girls in his life still turn to me for advice, even though we haven’t had a real conversation in months. It feels like years.
He’s changed; and I can’t help wondering if I changed him. After all, he was perfect when we were together. You’d have to be deaf, dumb, and blind to have not seen that. Then again, love is straight retarded, so who knows? I certainly don’t. What I do know is that he took more from me than my virginity, my child, my father’s trust, and about a pint of blood; he did more to me than kill me, or, to quote him “dig my heart out with a rusty spoon.” He also gave me more than a few scars, a diamond, and a bunch of lines.
It’d be easy, to tell you about it. So this is a letter he’ll never read:


June 26, 2008
From: Nick Lambert
No Subject:
I don’t love you anymore.

I still don’t trust you.

Always and forever,

P.S. I still wear it sometimes.


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