I would really like to say that I trust you, but sometimes the words that come from your mouth don’t match the words from your heart. You don’t need to run and hide then spit out lies just to cover up whatever you don’t want me to see. I don’t want to see it or believe that you’re keeping things from me, I don’t want to, but I think I have to. I do trust you, but to a certain extent. It’s just that small percent that rattles the cage of uncertainty and just make me want to scream “Just tell me!”.