Trusting you...

We meet and think that we know each other a lot more than reasonable. I tell you about myself. You continue to ask me the same questions again and again. You are cautious and push me away every time I try to kiss you.

Something in the past has made you insecure and fragile. You cannot trust me, but there is nothing I can say that will convince you about my sincerity.

You will have to watch me - regarde moi.

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