I miss being able to look in to someone’s eyes and know that I could trust them. I miss the days when I felt that each and every person in this world was trustworthy, worth giving that second chance. There are days when I want to trust you, more than anything I want to trust you. I look in to your eyes and I can see the love between us. I can see that you think I’m beautiful, despite your bluntness at times. I can see that you think I’m interesting, though my words are so stifled when I am in your presence. I guess I’m just scared. My sarcasm is my wall, my pain is my tower. I’ve no hair to let down to you. It will take time for me to climb down, no doubt I will not be able to climb down unscathed. I am just so scared of the fall, the plunge that I have already begun to take.