I trust you. Or rather, I try. Maybe because I do not ferirebbe too much or perhaps because, to do it, should in some sense to me. Trust or you have it or you do not have. They say. I myself am a great supporter. The fact is that life is not quite black or white, not always that you get to really know you or just has no taste and no more. Do you trust when you love, when you feel to know that person, when you look in your eyes there is a strange glow that makes you believe (or illusion) that you never ferirebbe. Of course they will hurt you! Anyone, who more and some less, some voluntarily, some inadvertently make you a po'sanguinare. E'normale, human, natural. If everyone responded fully to our expectations, perhaps it would be awfully boring. Certainly trust sometimes is harder than others. When the words say one thing, but the facts show them to others; when reality shakes certainties, but a little voice inside will convince you that it's worth it. Behold, now I do not know if it really for you, it's worth it. For the emotions, experiences shared and the time surely. For what you can send me when you speak or write to me or I'm sorry, of course. But for my needs now, for my tears, weakness, uncertainty, well, those do not know. Those are cared for, accepted, taken with respect. Maybe just think of what you say, the good that I want. And if you "feel" then, should be enough! But the feelings often deceive, obfuscate and make stupid thoughts. I do not know if I trust because of what I need, at times, can not you give it. You do not want to or can not? I take the best of this report. I try. But do not think I'll be there forever. I'm just like, when everything seems to make sense for others, suddenly, for me, did not have more ...
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