I learned in time that trust was never about who lied to you and who told you the truth. trust was a phenomena that was only accessed when you were soaked in everything that you hide, naked in everything that you are. your anxiety, your irrational fears, your depression, the days where you admit that you imagine even your shadow does not want anything to do with you anymore. trust is when they see you. really see you. they see the broken glass in your mouth, how often you are hit by the revolving door. they see you ashamed and shriveled; when you are a corpse in your own bed and they still love you. they still reach for your fingers. they still wake up next to you every morning. That is trust.
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