My story is not over.
My journey has just begun.
Just because one person couldn’t see my value, doesn’t mean that I am left with none.
There’s beauty all around me, but I’ve been too timid to live a life of just all fun.
But he makes it easy, he makes me want to run.
His eyes are like a supernova, right before it’s blast into oblivion.
Skin wrapped around me like the ocean waves crashing deep into white sand beaches.
“That’s my favorite thing about you.”
He says. I laugh.
Why? I reply,
“This skin of mine is flawed and scarred.”
And then, he moved uncomfortably close, and a feeling of safety filled my heart.
Kissing my forehead, his lips transferring all his warmth. He whispers,
“I love the scars and I love the flaws.
And more importantly, I love your skin because all of it is yours.”