In all relationships of any merit there is a requirement for trust. Trust is not a word that needs to be broken down into increments; it is an absolute.
To trust someone only as far as you can see them is to not trust them at all.
“Why did you agree to bring me back here?” Anna-Marie tries to meet his eyes but they are focussed elsewhere, “After all, you did turn down my offer of a fuck”
“...” John came back into the moment.
“You didn’t bring me back here in order to fuck me did you? That was the original offer”
“No”
“I’m not sure whether I should be thankful or insulted”
“I don’t want to take advantage of the situation” he said.
“Okay, so why did you bring me back here then?”
“I dun-know... I thought it was the right thing to do”
She looks at him, her expression neutral.
“It was the right thing to do”
In all relationships of any merit there is a requirement for mystery.
One cannot know another entirely, for to do so is to lose the need for effort.
And without effort there can only be limited reward.
To trust someone only as far as you can see them is to not trust them at all.
“Why did you agree to bring me back here?” Anna-Marie tries to meet his eyes but they are focussed elsewhere, “After all, you did turn down my offer of a fuck”
“...” John came back into the moment.
“You didn’t bring me back here in order to fuck me did you? That was the original offer”
“No”
“I’m not sure whether I should be thankful or insulted”
“I don’t want to take advantage of the situation” he said.
“Okay, so why did you bring me back here then?”
“I dun-know... I thought it was the right thing to do”
She looks at him, her expression neutral.
“It was the right thing to do”
In all relationships of any merit there is a requirement for mystery.
One cannot know another entirely, for to do so is to lose the need for effort.
And without effort there can only be limited reward.
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6 comments:
So beautiful!
i really liked how you began this with trust and then wound it back around again. nice intertwining of performances: mystery and candour
Courtney: Thank you :)
Harlequin: hence the knots ;]
Ah, Pisces, still at it I see. I've been away too long.
Been pondering trust a lot lately and find it to be the rust that begins when love, born of mystery, gives way to requirements for behavior in order to continue. Trust is a horrible burden to project onto someone just because you love their freedom to change.
We don't trust others — we trust our judgement calls on bets we then blame for losing. I'd sooner love someone who doesn't know I exist, or worse, hates me, than a toady toeing a line.
Yodood: Glad to hear from you. I trust your judgement in knowing how you feel about it :) - most of us, however seem prepared to enter into the fragile trust contract, and where it does work it delivers subtle rewards.
… and WHILE it still works, it delivers fragile rewards.
Just as life would have less meaning if we were deathless, love would be less decorated in drama if trust is not wagered, because if it was actually love to begin with, only the bet is lost, never the love.
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