I think of trust as a delicate glass figurine. Once it has been broken, it's never quite the same. You might try to mend it, but the cracks will always be visible. It is such a shame because it can take a lifetime to build and a second to shatter it. People try hard to move on, but it is never quite the same; how can it be? Second chances, we all deserve them- after all aren't we human? Are we not allowed to make mistakes?

Since perfection doesn't exist in our race, let's leave it to God. But the person who is wronged struggles to forgive, and, even when they claim to have moved on, there is distrust- that unwanted visitor lurking from the shadow, ready to pounce. Call it a defense mechanism, if you will, but the antennas are up, and our survival instincts forbid us from being hurt again. Eventually, things might look the same on the surface, but there was a shift, and things are no longer what they seem to be.