Trust is not a gasoline-soaked blanket that succumbs to the matches of betrayal, never able to be used for its warmth again; itβs a tapestry that wears thin in places, but can be patched over if you have the right materials, circumstances, and patience to repair it. If you donβt, youβre always the one who feels the coldest when winter comes.
If you have not resolved your grief, it will affect your future relationships including the one you have with yourself. Including the one you have with me. It will keep us all in a holding pattern, putting a straightjacket on your love and chaining you to the past instead of moving you forward into the future.