"Just trust me. I've got you." He said with that painted smile. I hated that smile, though it was beautiful, I knew someday it would crumble. Trust is a funny thing. No one deserves it, but we give it out like candy until they give us a reason not to. We tend to trust people who don't deserve it and then screw it up for the ones who do. "Just fall, I'll catch you." They all say that. They all promise you that they'll never leave because it's what you want to hear. Don't promise me anything; show me. Show me you can and will stay. But he couldn't show me, I was already falling. I tried to trust him to catch me, but I saw that smile finally crumble into bits of broken promises. From then on I fell with pride because without you, this fall became a suicide.
