I took a deep breath. 'For you I've got something better than love.'
What's that?'
I...trust you.'
Why?'
You'll never hurt me.'
Thank you.'
But...'
But, what?'
I said, 'That means I'll hurt you.'
Why?'
'Cause, like I said, you'll never hurt me back.

After all, damn it, what does being in love mean if you can't trust a person.

Love isn't easy, it takes a lot of trust

Love ceases to exist in the kingdom where trust has been dethroned.

Let this be my last word, that I trust in your love.

Luck I get,” she said when they’d sat in silence once more. “But why brave?”
He shifted in his seat then sat forward, his gaze piercing through her. “Because, Natalia, love is a risk. Love from the depths of your soul requires a certain amount of sacrifice. It bids you to give yourself wholly to another. To allow someone to view you like a prism, assessing you at every angle, examining every flaw. You must lay yourself before them, open and bare, and say, ‘here I am. I hold nothing back. I am yours, mind, body, and soul.’ And all you can do is hope they don’t crush you.” He leaned closer. “But the man who truly loves you will tend to your heart like he tends a garden, nurturing it until it grows and blooms under his hand.