You spoke to me and I found that strange because you were so
beautiful and everyone knows that I am ugly - my insides are
charred in places, and the lesser damaged organs are still a
faint, concrete grey. And then there's you; you're so red
and pink, so healthy compared to me. It wasn't until much
later, that I discovered you too, have damaged organs. They are
burnt black, and you hide them very well, but you let me see them
- I felt so privileged, and realised that although you are
charred in places, you are still beautiful...Perhaps this means I
am capable of being beautiful too?
also i screamed into my hands for a while after i read your comment - no joke.