I Flinch at Good Things Sometimes

Someone can be the kindest soul on the planet, and i'll still find a reason to doubt them. Not because they’ve done anything wrong, but because someone else did. And that stuck. It’s weird, how trust works after being broken. It doesn’t shatter all at once, it rusts. Quietly. Slowly. Until one day, it creaks when you try to open it again. But I don’t want to stay closed off forever. I want to give people the benefit of the doubt. I want to believe that love, loyalty, and consistency still exist. So I’m working on it. Flinching less. Believing more. Letting the right ones in, even if I’m still holding my breath. One rusty hinge at a time.

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