You say that you trust me, But you are still questioning the situation. What kind of trust is that? If you really trusted me, You would believe me. I want to believe, that you know that I am truthful. I give the impression, That I am fine with it. But deep down inside, I know the truth. Take my word. Why is it so hard?Birth sign: Aquarius
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