On scars
نور القمر - Tue, 21/04/2009 - 9:46pm
- "But I do think your scars are beautiful," she said with a smile, gently touching the dark mark stretching from his palm along the backside of his arm.
- "How so?," he asked.
- "A scar means that there once was a wound here and it healed. Even the scars here," she said, putting her hand on the left side of his chest, right where the heart is, while still holding his hand in hers, "a scar means that life took something away from you but you didn't just give in. You fought back. You've chosen to live rather than bleed to death, and as a reward, life gave you such a beautiful dark scar. We are, after all, the sum of all our scars."
There was a moment of silence, then she said: "I think I'm in love with your scars," and she giggled.
He smiled back at her. He was finally HOME.
- "But I do think your scars are beautiful," she said with a smile, gently touching the dark mark stretching from his palm along the backside of his arm.
- "How so?," he asked.
- "A scar means that there once was a wound here and it healed. Even the scars here," she said, putting her hand on the left side of his chest, right where the heart is, while still holding his hand in hers, "a scar means that life took something away from you but you didn't just give in. You fought back. You've chosen to live rather than bleed to death, and as a reward, life gave you such a beautiful dark scar. We are, after all, the sum of all our scars."
There was a moment of silence, then she said: "I think I'm in love with your scars," and she giggled.
He smiled back at her. He was finally HOME.