trust.

I'm reading about trust... and I've come to the conclusion that it should be the other way around.  I'm not supposed to be the one trusting her, for breaking many of MY promises.  But that would also contradict myself for committing myself, which is about letting go of my ego, which I have already done.  So, I guess I really do love her!

"I don't trust you.  Out of assumptions... Billy, Houn, Marites, you told them, didn't you.  Then you taunt me by saying that I compulsively lie.  Then you tell me about your friends who are annoying you, and I'm sure you tell your friends that I'm annoying you somehow instead of telling me that I'm annoying you.  You told Marites first.  But... despite that, I'm not mad at you.  Maybe that's why I think I like you so much."

Maybe if I learn to get mad at you, I can move on.  I keep convincing myself that I like you.  And I'm convinced.