Your words are the nails. My trust is the hammer. With every word you speak, another nail is hammered into my heart. With every kiss, the nail is driven deeper. The strength of the trust grows stronger. The laughs were the nails when no words were spoken. Trust always the hammer. The trust was never an issue. You knew from day one how difficult it was for me to trust anyone. You knew the walls that I had built up over the years. The walls you weakened. Now, today, over five years later, I realize that all along you were only hammering more nails in my years of walls. Why? I don't know. It really doesn't matter. I just know you did the one thing you said you never would do, and that is rip my battered heart right out. And no matter how rusty the nails may get, I will always love you, my lover, my friend.
