Trust
I require a reason not to trust before I do not.I have lived the world of not trusting, and find it to be a pale and tasteless world.
I have been betrayed enough that I have made a study of it.
What I have found is this:
I cherish what I feel when I trust more than I despise what I feel when I am betrayed.
As such, my friendships run deep and my loves know no end.
But once the wall is breached, the world of my trust is off limits to the betrayer… forever.
