Some things are worth another go. Worth not writing off. When history is involved. When the potential loss far outweighs. You go back with reserves. You pay attention. You remain with eyes open refusing to be blind like the BPD white permitted. The full trust may no longer be intact, but the companionship built over 10 plus years is not as easily swayed. And maybe it was just a hot, cranky day in July and a twisted mind’s memory. Or maybe its the truth. But maybe as long as eyes are opened the heart can be open to not caring.