To be loved with scars

You are a survivor, of what: is up to you. Nonetheless, whether it’s from a fire, an attack, or an accident, you found someone who doesn’t even bat an eye at them. They love you. You love them. And maybe they have scars of their own. Scars don’t define you. Nor are they something to be ashamed of. They mean you survived something, a hardship. No matter if your scars are mental or physical, you learn something from each of them.