When I was younger, I believed that people were basically kind, and caring and good.

I believe that people were reliable. That they could be trusted. That their word was their bond.

I believed that if someone told me they loved me, then they meant what they said, and they really did.

I believed that if I did the right things for others, then they would be good to me in return.

I believed in people.

I believed so much.

But as I grew older that began to change.

Perhaps it is good that I now know the truth.

But I miss that rose-tinted reality.