March 25, 2002
two months left in law school, and we won’t make it. i can’t do a half-assed relationship, even with you—someone i love. and it’s easier to believe you now. because even after i’ve been awful, you still love me. so now, now i believe. you can’t trust me, but i’ve never trusted you, not where the ex is concerned. never gotten over the betrayal of a year ago, a year and a half? a long time, and as friends i forgave, but in intimacy i suspect. so protective of me and my love. i’m sorry now. trust is everything.