Trusting

I trusted the wrong person. I missed my friend and my writing partner.

I gave away some pages. Pages that haven't been read, ever. Pages that really aren't ready to be read by anyone.

Luckily, it appears they still haven't been read. So, I guess that's a blessing in disguise. However, it feels more like disrespect and indifference.

It's my fault for trusting someone I don't really know. I guess I felt comfortable with him by virtue of his pedigree. Stupid reason to trust someone.