You’ve got to know a one for trust to flourish. And I know some folks are good on feeling like they trust someone, but feelings waver and wander too much, to and fro, like air and water, the natural state of chaos. I’m a knower. A flaw, an asset, both. My feeling is underneath an ocean of certainty. I do not feel trust. I know it, or I don’t. If I know it then we are on a personal level. If I know it then I will be with you ‘til death, whether I am present, whether I am right, whether I am good, because I will trust you to let me know when I am failing. If I know it.
Trust me, or don’t. Allow me my certainty.