What hasn't been said.
June 26, 2008. From: Nick Lambert No Subject: I don't love you anymore.
I keep taking him back.
Heâ€™s beautiful, but differently than he was when he first tempted me in to his house of cards. Heâ€™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 havenâ€™t had a real conversation in months. It feels like years.
Heâ€™s changed; and I canâ€™t help wondering if I changed him. After all, he was perfect when we were together. Youâ€™d have to be deaf, dumb, and blind to have not seen that. Then again, love is straight retarded, so who knows? I certainly donâ€™t. What I do know is that he took more from me than my virginity, my child, my fatherâ€™s trust, and about a pint of blood; he did more to me than kill me, or, to quote him â€œdig my heart out with a rusty spoon.â€ He also gave me more than a few scars, a diamond, and a bunch of lines.
Itâ€™d be easy, to tell you about it. So this is a letter heâ€™ll never read:
June 26, 2008
From: Nick Lambert
I donâ€™t love you anymore.
I still donâ€™t trust you.
Always and forever,
P.S. I still wear it sometimes.