Trust is like the sun.
It's warm and beautiful.
But once it's broken.
It becomes as dark and cold as the night.
It is not something that you can say has been given.
But rather something that grows in your heart.
Like the blossom of a flower.
But you cannot love without grief.
You break a vase, you can glue it back together.
But it won't ever look or feel the same.
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 3:22 PM UTC
Trust is like the sun.
It's warm and beautiful.
But once it's broken.
It becomes as dark and cold as the night.
It is not something that you can say has been given.
But rather something that grows in your heart.
Like the blossom of a flower.
But you cannot love without grief.
You break a vase, you can glue it back together.
But it won't ever look or feel the same.
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