Is there love without trust?
I say no. For love is the offspring of trust. The bond that is thrust – upon whom is loved – is the ideal affection. I love because I have trust. For love entails sharing portions of your being with another. To give them your essence in thought, to understand and long to understand them, to ensure a long-suffering of seeking the good of the loved.
To love is to trust and to trust is to love the entity of the loved.
There is also no trust without love. For love comes to the human in different ways: in adoration, in worship, in silence, in jealousy, in profound honesty. Love comes as a destination but love is also a journey whose end has not and shall not be found. For love with an end is a means and this means that the love – with an end – shall once and twice be gone in the evil day.
Love is the end and in the journey of love, trust is the cross: the bridge but also the wise burden, the brute strengthening course. Trust is the vein and love, the pumping heart.
But trust is a test of love.
Now, is there love without trust, is there ideal desire without a protective truth? No.