He asked me to trust him

Today I realised that there is one person who only lacks one little thing to have my complete trust, one simple, small thing. The viking ring I carry. I trust him with my life, I let him chocke me, trusting him to let go when he sees I can't breathe and starts panicing. He knows most of my secrets, he never asked, I told him because I trust him. He is the one person I try to keep from tickling me, not because I am afraid of his touch and what he thinks of my body, but because it actually tickles.
“It takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it”
I had another freind, our freindship could have reached this level. I started to trust him, but no. He did one stupid mistake and trust once broken can never truly heal. Sure, I'll trust him in some matters, but I'll never trust his words. I will always look for the hidden lie. He doesn't know yet, or I haven't told him, yet. I told him not to trust my words, that I will never be completely honest wih him again. There is a trust in complete honesty I cannot give him anymore.
“The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, nor the kindly smile, nor the joy of companionship; it's the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone else believes in him and is willing to trust him with his friend.”
I hope my words today, when I said 'I trust you more than anyone else', sunk in. I hope he have discovered my trust, because he deserve it. I have reached the point where I won't tell him a lie. I'll laugh and joke, yeah, but never a lie in an honest, serious conversation.
“So tonight you better stop and rebuild all your ruins, because peace and trust can win the day despite all your losing.”
The way he have 'earned' my trust, and my trust, on this level, is hard to obtain, is by being honest, and more important than anything belive in me. He and one other person, but mainly him, made me stop and think. Think about what sort of life I had, the way I saw myself . He made me realise I have to 'rebuild the ruins' and only then do I have a chance at what I want. He has been there behind me, asking me how I am doing, being a schoulder to cry on, making me smile and laugh when that was what I needed.
“A brother is a friend God gave you; a friend is a brother your heart chose for you.”
I count this guy as a brother, there is close to nothing he can do that I cannot forgive. I might be angry or disapponted, but I will forgive him, because he is my brother. Blood may be thicker than water, but this water have gotten the crimson red colour blood is so famous for, and it is thicking.
“I enjoy talking to you more than anybody else because I never feel I am giving myself away and so can admit to shady, dishonest, crawling, cowardly, unjust, arrogant, snobbish, lecherous, perverted and generally shameful feelings that I don't want anybody else to know about; but most of all because I am always on the verge of violent laughter when talking to you.
If you were here, I keep thinking, we would spend the time in talk and drink and smoke and I should be laughing a lot of the time, and I should be enjoying myself a lot of the time.”
The quotation above is all I have left to say, brother. I truly enjoy the time I spend with you.