Trust, it could mean so much to one, yet mean nothing to another. Once trust is lost, it is impossible to recover, ever. Of course the truth is, we never know who we can fully trust. Often, people who we are closest too, the ones we trust are the ones that ends up betraying us – leaving us all bruised. While the people who we are not close too, the people we don’t know too well, the people who aren’t close too are the ones that ends up picking us up from the ground and dusting us off.

There is no doubt, right now.. there are people I still trust after everything that has happened. I know that every time a secret leaves my mouth, I’m taking a risk. A risk that could leave me feeling betrayed, a risk that could leave me in tears, a risk that could end a friendship. But, every time I tell someone a secret, I tell myself.. what good is life if one doesn't take risk?

The risk takers might not live long,
but the cautious never live at all