I was in the car with my bf. We'll call him James. James and I
were in the car together, holding eachother and talking. He knows I
cut, I even showed him the scars on my arms and ummm everywhere
else (don't worry though, it was completely kosher). That was
like, 6 weeks ago.
Tonight he kissed my hand, beginning with the back of my hand and
each individual finger. Then he pushed my sleeves up and went to
kiss my wrist, where the scars were. I pulled my hand back a bit
and said, "You don't want to touch that. It's not good
enough for you--it'll make you ugly too."
We talked for awhile after that, and he once again kissed the back
of my hand, each individual finger, and then he said "I love
every part of you, even the ones you are ashamed of, even your
scars. I love you.
And with that, he bent down and kissed my scars. not just
brush-and-go, but 4 long kisses on my scars.
Then he said, "May your scars fade and never hurt you
I Love James! (^_^)