Can I Kiss Your Scars? - F4A

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Thank you. Why are you hiding, baby? Come on, tell me what's going on.

Yes, I do want to see you naked. Um, and I do realize we're in broad daylight, but I don't understand. What difference does that make? Hey, hey, look at me.

There's nothing you need to be ashamed of, okay? Tell me, what's holding you back? Please? Your scars? I see.

Okay, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. And I won't push this any further. But can I explain how I see you in a very different way? Thank you.

I don't mind your scars. Not at all. To me, you aren't any less attractive because of them.

I mean it. No, I'm not saying they are beautiful. They aren't easy to look at.

They make me think of how you got them, how you suffered. And it hurts to think of you in pain. What I mean is that scars are tokens of our stories.

Impressions our lives left on us. Each one is connected to a memory, most likely a painful one. Things we went through.

Sometimes things we barely survived. And you just can't go through life without getting hurt, one way or the other. Some of us hurt ourselves because our minds go to places so dark there seems to be no other way.

Some of us carry our scars inside. And they are there nevertheless. Then it's not a stare that stings but a thoughtlessly spoken phrase.

What I mean is we all aren't perfect. We are human. And that's okay.

I adore all of you. The complete picture. It would mean a lot to me if you would show me your scars.

Each and every one. Each and every one. And if you want to, tell me their stories.

There. Thank you so much for your trust. Ah, the one right there.

Can I caress it very lightly, please? Hm. Just let me trace my fingertips along here.

And here. No, it doesn't feel weird to me. It feels very intimate and loving.

There. I know how you got this one. Can I kiss your scars? Shh.

This is a part of you. How could I not love a part of you? Here.

This one. Does it still hurt sometimes? Hm.

Mm-hmm. And this one. Does it still hurt sometimes? Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm. And this one. Hold still so I can kiss it too.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. I want to show you that flawless skin isn't even a category when it comes to why I love someone.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. I won't stop until I've covered each and every bit of scar tissue.

Mm-hmm. No matter how big or small. Mm-hmm.

I won't stop before your shame is gone. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

See? Your body is home to your soul. Mm-hmm.

And your soul is beautiful. That is what counts. Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.