Why do you trust me?

Today... just because of some strange breakdown I had, she trusted me enough to actually tell me something about her history. Something that I'm sure VERY few people have been privileged enough to actually hear about... if you could call it a privilege... I'm honored that she was willing to tell me the things she did...

Normally when someone tells me things about their history that are in the same vein as her history... I start to question them; I wonder if they're telling me the truth, I wonder if something from their past is going to come back to haunt them, or me.

This time it's different though...
I trust her more...
I believe her more...
I love her more...

my trust... my belief... and my love... could all be betrayed so easily... as it has been before... but... something feels different this time...

I don't know, maybe it's me convincing myself that everything will work out this time, or maybe there's some element here that actually makes us work better than before... I don't know...

All I do know is that I miss her every night
I miss her every day
Her smell...
Her touch...
Her breath...
Her eyes...
Her lips...
The way she looks at me...
The way she whispers in my ear...
And the way she shows me when she likes what I'd doing (don't ever stop)

I miss everything about her...
I love her