elite_muses #12
Trust
He was abrasive, obnoxious, borderlining on annoying, and came on much too strong the first time we met. I remember the quicksilver smile that cuaght my attention and the arrogant wink he tossed my way when he knew he had my attention. It was irritating, but I went on that date with him anyway. And a week later, I moved in and we began five years that were some of the most memorable of my life.
I didn't trust him at first. I had to later on, because the thought of not trusting the man you're living with is absolutely outrageous, at least to the child, being myself, of a Mississippi family who based their entire relationship upon trust, love, and faith. I suppose that's why I chose the athiestic path in religion, because I couldn't do what Lisa and my other friends had done in placing their faith in something they couldn't see.
But as I said, at first I didn't trust Greg at all. I thought he was the type of man to sail from one relationship to another without regard as to what it was going to cost in the end, and I certainly didn't think we'd ever get past that speculation of mine that I had been possessing. I didn't think his kisses would be enough to soothe me to sleep at night, and I never thought the caress of his uncallused palms would be what smoothed away the tension from my exhausted muscles at night.
I don't know when I began to trust him. But sometime during the years we spent together, I came to trust Gregory House more than I trusted any other person in my years of life. I didn't expect it, didn't even want it, because trusting someone means putting your heart and feelings out for them to walk all over as they might so choose.
But it was the one choice I didn't make in my life that was objective. I loved him, so I trusted him. It wasn't the most logical reasoning, but at the time it was all I had.