The unwanted and untouched

The unwanted and untouched

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The fact that I was a married twenty five year old virgin was the least of my problems. My husband hated me and he was always happy to remind me of that fact. I try to stay out of his way and keep to myself but it never works. He always finds an opportunity to make my life hell. Our relationship was a never ending roller coaster ride. He would never be able to accept that he was forced to be married to me. He would never love me, never care about me. And we would NEVER EVER live like a real married couple. But the secrets I found out about my life and my family was only possible because of Trevor. Without him I would have never known who I really was. And for that I owe him everything.
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I never told her. Not because I didn't love her, I did. But because I didn't know how to say it without ruining everything we already were. So I loved her in quiet ways. The way I looked at her when she wasn't watching. Through the smiles that said more than my mouth ever could. Through the photos I took of her-little moments of beauty she never saw in herself. On the back of each picture, I wrote her a note. A thought. A memory. A truth I was too scared to speak aloud. Then she left. One accident. One plane ticket. Five years of silence and I waited. I waited because some people only happen to you once. I thought when she came back, maybe we'd have another chance. But fate doesn't care about hope. When she returned, it was with an arranged marriage to Nathan. My best friend. A good man. One I couldn't bring myself to hate. Nathan said the words I never could. I was ready to stay silent again-until I saw her eyes. And so I gave her the pictures. Not words. Not a speech. Just memories. And on the back, a quiet confession I'd written for no one but her. This isn't the story of who got her. It's about the one who never found the words. Unspoken feelings. The one who collects memories but never tries to say the words. This is the story of Carl Salvador. Book I: Letter For You Book II: I love you in every unspoken way Book III: Life after lifetime

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