Trust is giving someone the Dagger and believing they won't use it. It's placing your heart on a cutting board and leaving it open, exposed and bloody, but hopeful that there's one person on this over-populated, filthy planet that won't strike you down in your vulnerable state.
So here's to you, the One who got away, unscathed, lied to my face, took the Dagger and with a gleam in your eye and devious smile stabbed me in the back, sliced and diced my heart, then served it sauteed with a side of onions and peppers.
Don't forget the hot sauce.
Bon Appétit.