Trust is not a gasoline-soaked blanket that succumbs to the matches of betrayal, never able to be used for its warmth again; itβs a tapestry that wears thin in places, but can be patched over if you have the right materials, circumstances, and patience to repair it. If you donβt, youβre always the one who feels the coldest when winter comes.
It is so simple, yet so hard for some people to do. If you want someone out of your life then you and only βyouβ must tell him or her to leave. This can only be done by you. Otherwise, your silence shouts, βI am undecided.β When other people get involved it sends mixed signals. If only more people would be so bold, hearts would not linger so long.