people.
it gets harder to trust people nowadays. well, let me rephrase: it's easier to trust complete strangers sometimes than those closest to you.
“Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
