In a strong relationship, trust is the only PIN you ever need to share.
In a strong relationship, trust is the only PIN you ever need to share.
"In a healthy relationship, the only PIN that should be shared is that of mutual trust."
© Shoshan
Unlocking True Love: Why Trust Beats Passwords Every Time
In the realm of love, there's one PIN that technology can't crack and control can't conquer: mutual trust. This forms the cornerstone of healthy relationships, where love thrives not on surveillance but on the freedom to be oneself. But how do we strike that balance between guarding our space and opening our hearts?
Trust between partners doesn't mean access to each other's messages or an insight into every conversation. It's about feeling secure in their love and respect, knowing there's no need for oversight to believe. In a healthy relationship, there's no room for the seeds of doubt sown by insecurity; there's only space for the trust that blossoms with each act of faith and love.
Yet, building this trust goes beyond mere wishes. It starts with self-esteem within relationships, a reflection of how much you value your independence and that of your partner. It's not about detachment but understanding that true love doesn’t confine—it expands. It broadens your horizons, inspires you to be better, but never asks you to hand over the keys to your privacy as proof of love.
Here are some practical tips for nurturing that trust without losing yourself in the process:
- Open Communication: Talk about your fears and expectations. Vulnerability strengthens connections.
- Mutual Independence : Encourage personal hobbies and interests. A relationship shouldn’t be your entire world.
- Privacy Respect: Trust is shown not by invading each other's space but by honoring it.
Remember, in a balanced relationship, self-love and love for each other walk hand in hand. You don’t need your partner’s phone PIN to feel secure; you need the assurance that respect and trust are mutual. Thus, every day together becomes a choice, not an obligation.
Relationships are like gardens: they require patience, care, and above all, trust that even if you can’t see every bud blooming, each seed planted with love will bear fruit in its time. Cultivate your garden with trust, and watch it flourish in ways you never imagined.
© Shoshan, 02/15/2024
In my chest, a silence grows,
an echo of unanswered woes,
my soul on edge, it loudly protests,
my heart a knot, tightly pressed.
"You need my password," you say,
invading my space, my personal bay,
dressed up as care, but it feels like control,
not love, but a leash, taking its toll.
Where did trust and respect go?
When did love turn into a show
of doubts and fears, cold and bleak,
a love now silent, afraid to speak?
Impotent, sad, filled with rage,
my freedom feels caged, a bird in a cage.
I love you, yet this love drains me,
more a prison than where I want to be.
Give me your hand, not my privacy,
I want to love without scrutiny,
two free souls, side by side,
not a jailer and prisoner, tied.
Sadness wraps me, anger leads,
in this love where trust recedes.
In your eyes, I search for a sign
that this love can still shine.
But the sun hides, and in its stead,
a cold, distant moon, joy now fled.
"Your password," you repeat, and I yearn to flee,
from this love that learned to lock, not to free.
© Shoshan
an echo of unanswered woes,
my soul on edge, it loudly protests,
my heart a knot, tightly pressed.
"You need my password," you say,
invading my space, my personal bay,
dressed up as care, but it feels like control,
not love, but a leash, taking its toll.
Where did trust and respect go?
When did love turn into a show
of doubts and fears, cold and bleak,
a love now silent, afraid to speak?
Impotent, sad, filled with rage,
my freedom feels caged, a bird in a cage.
I love you, yet this love drains me,
more a prison than where I want to be.
Give me your hand, not my privacy,
I want to love without scrutiny,
two free souls, side by side,
not a jailer and prisoner, tied.
Sadness wraps me, anger leads,
in this love where trust recedes.
In your eyes, I search for a sign
that this love can still shine.
But the sun hides, and in its stead,
a cold, distant moon, joy now fled.
"Your password," you repeat, and I yearn to flee,
from this love that learned to lock, not to free.
© Shoshan
