I love you.
I love you with every inch of my pathetic being. You've changed my life for better and for worse.
But I love you.
I see the best in you even when I probably shouldn't. Even when I know your dirty secret, the one I never should've known existed. The secret that I wish I never would've known existed. I refuse to believe it because I love you.
I love you.
Trusting you however. That's another story. A story that I keep stored in my pain filled heart. The heart that I somehow let you consistently keep warm and broken.
I don't trust you. I can't. Not after your secret. Not after my past.
