Day 15 – No words necessary

It’s the first time he’s ever seen them.

For the most part, I am at peace with my imperfections, happy in my skin. My scars are part of my story, part of me. But his silent scrutiny is awakening old insecurities. He tells me often enough that he finds me beautiful. I usually blush and say ‘thank you’ (as I’ve been instructed to do) even though a part of me cannot believe it to be true. And it frightens me, how much I want to hear him say it now.

The words don’t come. He moves, and I brace myself for his rejection and the heartache that will inevitably follow.

The rejection doesn’t come either. Instead, I feel warm fingers, and then warm lips following the random path of his hands. Only the path is not so random. It takes a few moments for me to realise that he is kissing each of my scars.

The words still don’t come but as his lashes lift, I see why.

They’re sitting in his eyes.

The way he’s looking at me makes me feel beautiful.

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