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The look on your face as you slept. I think of that so often now. But yet, I don't know what else to think anymore. What are you thinking? Would you ever have told me what you were feeling? That is, If you felt at all. Because our feelings weren’t important, but you made it seem so to the outside world. You told him that so often. Robert loved you. And so you said the same.

I love you...

Saying it, has not one thing to do with meaning it.

I didn’t even trust you anymore. Every time that you were there..

Who knows what you wanted ? Did you, even? I want to stop feeling. So that i don't have to hurt anymore. No more wondering. But I don’t have to wonder. I knew what was going on, even then. But he didn’t know, and I could have stopped this.

See you soon, Darling...

But you’ll never come back. It’s not even an option anymore. Every once in a while I’ll find myself waiting for a phone call that can never be put through.

I proceed to try to diminish anything resembling a thought. First step of Plan A I remember better than any other.

I hate thinking about you, and everything you haven’t done for him. But what did Robert expect? A kiss?

Yes.

My mind is whirling. He just wanted a kiss! One full of passion, love, and not expectant of everything he knew himself he was all to willing to give. But a plan was set into motion. One of deception, lies, love, and a story unlike any other. I knew the story before it was told. He didn’t know who, but he knew what. All of it was replayed to me.

I remember the time you were walking down the street. Robert grabbed your hand, you returned a squeeze. But once the couple left the alley, entering public eye, it was dropped. You contradict your own feelings so often.

I love you, I hate you, I need you, Leave me alone. My own feelings are contradicting.

I wish you would be the same way that you used to. When it was so simple, nothing was so complicated. Because every little touch has so many complex feelings with it. But it was easy, because all it was, was a melting, falling feeling. A young feeling, new to the both of them. The lust, so instant, when he finally touched you, do you remember? Because Robert does. I remember every time that you were allowed to vent to me about home. About whatever was going wrong at that pentacle moment in time.

And i dreamt of you, was that honor returned? It would be nice to know that you thought of me when you didn’t have to.

…………

That foggy morning, when the eyes of a fearless man saw you wake up. Watching every scared, shocked, angered expression run across the face of someone they needed so desperately, but so desperately needed to rid themselves of. A personal demon, if you will.

He raised a previously pocketed object to rest upon a beautifully pale forehead matted with cold sweat.

And pulled the trigger.

…………

When they drug him out of the hotel room, Robert was smiling broadly. Sick? Crazy?

No. He was a man who needed so desperately to be loved. And when that couldn’t be given, he tried to give it up. Though an untold story, he tried.

I called you. Tried to explain that I was through. But Robert answered the phone, and before I knew what happened, I had set off a ticking time bomb.

“I called to let you know I’m through with you…”

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The look on your face as you slept. I think of that so often now. But yet, I don't know what else to think anymore. What are you thinking? Would you ever have told me what you were feeling? That is, If you felt at all. Because our feelings weren’t important, but you made it seem so to the outside world. You told him that so often. Robert loved you. And so you said the same.

I love you...

Saying it, has not one thing to do with meaning it.

I didn’t even trust you anymore. Every time that you were there..

Who knows what you wanted ? Did you, even? I want to stop feeling. So that i don't have to hurt anymore. No more wondering. But I don’t have to wonder. I knew what was going on, even then. But he didn’t know, and I could have stopped this.

See you soon, Darling...

But you’ll never come back. It’s not even an option anymore. Every once in a while I’ll find myself waiting for a phone call that can never be put through.

I proceed to try to diminish anything resembling a thought. First step of Plan A I remember better than any other.

I hate thinking about you, and everything you haven’t done for him. But what did Robert expect? A kiss?

Yes.

My mind is whirling. He just wanted a kiss! One full of passion, love, and not expectant of everything he knew himself he was all to willing to give. But a plan was set into motion. One of deception, lies, love, and a story unlike any other. I knew the story before it was told. He didn’t know who, but he knew what. All of it was replayed to me.

I remember the time you were walking down the street. Robert grabbed your hand, you returned a squeeze. But once the couple left the alley, entering public eye, it was dropped. You contradict your own feelings so often.

I love you, I hate you, I need you, Leave me alone. My own feelings are contradicting.

I wish you would be the same way that you used to. When it was so simple, nothing was so complicated. Because every little touch has so many complex feelings with it. But it was easy, because all it was, was a melting, falling feeling. A young feeling, new to the both of them. The lust, so instant, when he finally touched you, do you remember? Because Robert does. I remember every time that you were allowed to vent to me about home. About whatever was going wrong at that pentacle moment in time.

And i dreamt of you, was that honor returned? It would be nice to know that you thought of me when you didn’t have to.

…………

That foggy morning, when the eyes of a fearless man saw you wake up. Watching every scared, shocked, angered expression run across the face of someone they needed so desperately, but so desperately needed to rid themselves of. A personal demon, if you will.

He raised a previously pocketed object to rest upon a beautifully pale forehead matted with cold sweat.

And pulled the trigger.

…………

When they drug him out of the hotel room, Robert was smiling broadly. Sick? Crazy?

No. He was a man who needed so desperately to be loved. And when that couldn’t be given, he tried to give it up. Though an untold story, he tried.

I called you. Tried to explain that I was through. But Robert answered the phone, and before I knew what happened, I had set off a ticking time bomb.

“I called to let you know I’m through with you…”