Life is a Gamble

Trust. Trust.

In love, or in anything else for that matter, Trust to me is like this:
It's like carving out your beating heart, putting it on a silver platter, and handing it to a special someone to hold it for you.

But what happens when the special someone trips over his own feet and you watch the silver platter with your naked, beating heart wobble and teether, almost slipping into a devastating fall?

Would you snatch back your heart and keep it safe with you?

Or...
Another chance?
But what happens then if you had given that chance, and he falls yet again, and this time you see your heart splatter, sputtering, half-dead on the floor?