The One Thing I Can't Take Back

by sevenohfive

But out of all of the things that he has of mine, there is one thing he's stolen that could never be returned. The one thing that can't be sent through the mail, or dropped off at my doorstep, something that I could never ask him for.-- Oneshot. Niley.

The One Thing I can't Take Back

He has my Cd's. Metro Station, the Killers, Maroon 5, Boys Like Girls, Taking Back Sunday, Coldplay, U2. They probably sit in a box packed away in his closet. Under his unworn clothes that he doesn't bother to wear. Packed away with his old ripped jeans and worn out converse. I bet they sit next to my shirt.

He has my shirt. Not a girly shirt. Just an old concert tee. I left it there a year and a half ago. I never bothered to take it back because I never bothered to think that we would ever be apart for this long, not talking. The shirt sits next to the Cd's in the old, beat up box. Not folded, collecting dust. I bet he doesn't even remember it's there.

He has my pictures. I was at his house showing him a photo album of pictures taken-- since I can remember. Some of just me. Some of my family and I. Some of my friends and I. Some of us when we were together. Some of us with his brothers and his friends. I had to leave suddenly and I never saw those pictures again. Which means he also has my memories.

He has my memories. The good and the bad. He has my memory of when we met. And when he was there for me when a good friend of mine passed away at a young age. He has my memory of the Best Of Both Worlds Tour. He holds the memories we shared. My memories that I cared about, his memories that hes stored in the corner of his mind, collecting dust just like my Cd's and shirt.

I suppose I could e-mail him, or write him a letter asking for them back. If it would be that hard to just have him leave them on my doorstep. My Cd's, shirt, pictures, and have him just admit that his mind is cleaned out of the past few years, and that he would give me my happy memories back. He can keep the bad memories. They've made me hurt, it's his turn to hurt now. Then, I can start to look back on those good memories and not have it feel like a dagger was just stabbed through my heart. Maybe once he gives me back those good moments and all he has left is the bad, he'll be the one to suffer. Not me.

But out of all of the things that he has of mine, there is one thing he's stolen that could never be returned. The one thing that can't be sent through the mail, or dropped off at my doorstep, something that I could never ask back from him.

Nick Jonas has my heart, and it's the one thing I can't take back.