Trust

March 21, 2010 § 3 Comments

It is something that is amiss in him. Trust. The ability to believe blindly.

Trust, they say, once broken can not be mended. He took it a step further. He decided not to trust at all.

Now, he looks at everybody with a faint suspicion. Smiles that seem forced, promises that are not kept, work that is assigned but not done; he is never surprised. Because he never trusts.

Love is born out of trust. Trust that a person will not hurt you, will never betray. Without trust there is no love.

Sometimes, late at night, before sleep sets in, he wants to trust, to love again. But he can’t. Trust. It’s too risky. Once bitten, twice shy, thrice and he might never recover…

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