Have faith

"It'll be OK." he said. "Have faith - you're good at that."
"Faith?" I replied. "I'm good at having faith in God, in Life, in Good. That doesn't mean I have faith in you."

A lily in the valley, I'll be OK. We're all OK. I live in a country where most people are always OK. I've never been afraid of starving, or wrongful imprisonment, of torture, of being truly homeless. It's a blessed life.

So I have faith. I am loved. But this has nothing to do with a romantic relationship.