Something I’ve longed for.
Something I thought I had.
Sometimes you doubt me.
Sometimes I doubt you.
I need real. I need honesty. I need maturity. I need genuineness.
Overwhelmed by emotions. Overwhelmed by life.
Overwhelmed by choices. You’re my wife?
Why do you doubt me? Why can’t you see?
Because you’ve doubted me, I distrust your actions. Is this just a show because you fear I’m slipping away?
Self-fulfilling prophecy. Will this ever end?
Are my thoughts okay? My mind wanders at times. Is that bad? Is it human nature? Mixed signals. I can’t read. I’m illiterate.
I guess I’m illiterate in this thing called trust.
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Trust an item of gradations, I believe there is no total trust, only trust in certain areas. Well written
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