I remember how I once trusted a person, simply because he knew how to speak beautifully. 🗣 I believed every word, every smile, every phrase that sounded like a promise. And how painful it was to realize later that trust cannot be given out on a schedule or bought with a chocolate bar. It is either there or not.

Now I look at the people around me and wonder: why are so many ready to play a role, to show their best side, but no one wants to be honest? 😔 Why is it easier to “buy” sympathy than to earn trust? After all, trust is not a promotion, it is not a bonus for beautiful words, it is a silence that arises when you understand that you will not be betrayed, even when everything does not go according to plan.

And sometimes I am scared. 😶‍🌫️ It's scary to open up because your heart has been broken too many times. It's scary to give someone a chance because trust, once lost, never comes back completely. And I understand: maybe there are too few people in the world who are willing to patiently earn it, who understand that trust cannot be traded.

But I still continue to believe. 💛 Because when you meet someone who values ​​honesty more than beautiful words, who knows how to listen and be there unconditionally - this is rare, this is magic. And in such moments you understand that trust is not a purchase, but a gift. And it is worth more than anything. ✨