titanic gamble

Someone put it across to me rather bluntly, that I am gambling my future on someone whom I don't know really well. Despite the numerous times I have comforted myself, I still have that lingering doubt that I am simply the protector and nothing else. Would she brave the waves to save me from certain death? I don't think so, for sometimes I feel, that I am simply the jigsaw that she pieces together when she craves for it, and dismantles when things go awry. Towards a better future where I feel less stressed, where I can wake up everyday feeling blessed, and not pray for the day to be better than the previous.