Dear Lindsay,  you didn’t know,  you didn’t know what kind of man he was to me.  He was the man that would never hurt me.  The man who I trusted with my whole self.  It was not your fault he went to you…we weren’t even really together at that point, so cheating is not the word… He lied to me, you didn’t even exist in my mind for the longest time.   When he told me of you I was so utterly crushed,  the one man I thought would never hurt me had lied to me over and over… had dated you for a month while I was ‘away’.

We talked everyday you know? While he was seeing you, he told me he was waiting, waiting for me to get better, to get home.  I didn’t have a clue he was seeing you.  The day I found out that you had ‘been’ I saw him differently.   He was not the man I thought he was.  Not the man I came home for.  

Because of you I can’t look at him the same way.  I don’t even know you, or what you look like.  All I have is a name and all these pictures in my head.. did he fall in love? Did you fall in love? Why didn’t he just tell me about you?

He was mine, the strong protective man that loved me so much that he would put his on life in danger to save mine, and that was proven, after all, that’s why I had to go away.  He was mine, and you took him, leaving me with a broken hurtful man that will never be the same.

Thanks for that… T.

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