Romans & histoires Do You Trust Me Memes

But I miss you. Tasha: We were wrong to make you feel judged. You deserve better than that. Tears filled my eyes. Me: I don’t need you to understand everything. I just need you to trust me. There was a pause. Then: Maya: I don’t trust him. But I trust you. Leila: Same. Tasha: Always. I exhaled shakily. Me: Thank you. Maya: But we’re still worried. Me: That’s okay.

“What do you expect? After everything that has happened, how am I meant to trust anyone?!” “You can trust me.” “Can I?”

I’m jumping back in with two feet and cementing ‘us’ for all time. “I may not completely trust you, but trust exists in here, and I’m willing to let it grow. Don’t give up on me.”

When I look at it, I wish I hadn’t. “YOU CAN’T TRUST HIM OR YOUR MEMORIES.” The statement is spelled out in cut-out letters. I drop the letter to the floor. The first letter scared me, but this one scares me more because now it’s telling me that I can’t trust my memory. If I can’t trust that or Bryce, then what can I trust? Who the hell is sending me these letters? I pick the letter off the floor and place it in the drawer next to the bed.

he uttered, “Well that's good, but you know we can't trust, Trust is a very hard word, and definitely I can't bring myself to trust anyone” I uttered as he laughed at my words, he knew I was serious with my words, hence his question, “Am I included in your trust issues list?” “Do I know you?” I sighed, wondering if he forgot that I had amnesia. “Yeah I guess you don't know me yet,” he stutters as he sips his tea.

A message was written perfectly across it: “Don’t trust him.”

My lips start to quiver. “Mom, why are we talking about this right now? Jeez, I’m not that old to miss the fun and date. Maybe one of these days, I’ll bump into Sam Caflin or Chris Hemsworth, and maybe, one of them asks me for a coffee.” I roll my eyes. “Don’t do that. I can see your eyes rolling, young woman. Try trusting someone. You’ll feel right when it is. Trust your instinct, honey.”

I answered with overflowing confidence. “Whatever.” Although the light around us was poorly lit, I still was able to see how he rolled his eyes in disgust of me. He kicked tiny pebbles on the way as he continued to walk. “ Fuck your trust issues, Travis. But I’m giving your classmates the benefit of the doubt. Unlike you, you are so close-hearted that you don’t even give your classmates the chance to prove themselves that they are trustworthy.”

I have a gold card with a limit that would probably allow me to buy a small island, but I don't abuse it. I respect my dad and the trust he puts in me to not go mental at the mall and buy five thousand dollars’ worth of makeup and shoes. I believe trust is a gift from someone, just like love is. Trusting and loving someone says I have faith in you. And I appreciate the depth of that way more than I do material things. I'll take faith over shoes any day of the week.

I need yours. *I swallowed hard, my heart hammering against my ribcage as I considered his words. Trust was a precious commodity in our world, rarely given and often betrayed. Could I really entrust myself to him after all these years of enmity? Could he truly be trusted with the secrets of my heart and soul?* *Taking a deep, shuddering breath, I nodded slowly, sealing my decision.* Okay, *I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation.* I'll trust you, Damien. With everything I am. But please... don't make me regret it.