Trustworthy ?

I wish we could go back, back to the time in both of our lives where we needed eachother and we were there for eachother. Back when we were so close that nothing could drive us apart: not the distance, not the landlord, not even when we had to sleep on a bunch of blankets on the floor in your parents living room.

It hurts because I want it back, all of it, the good and the bad. I spent months hoping you would come back but now that you finally did, I don't know if I can do this. I fell apart when you left and now I can't get the fear out of my head, I dont want to get hurt and I don't know if you'll stick around like you say you will.

Trust is an easy thing to break but a hard thing to repair.