Scars are like little pink bracelets you cant take off. They are a gentle reminders that now are better days. No matter how many or how little, they all tell a story. But not all scars you can see. Some are hidden in the deepest depths of a persons mind. Simple words or just the sight of something could bring them to the surface. No matter what your scars, and imperfections are they make you, you. Without them you wouldn't be an individual. They aren't a sign of weakness but a sign of strength. Your one hella rad person because you made it through another day. It may have been tough but you made it through. We all been through something. Im not searching the sky for a reason to live, I found beauty right here and a passion to give. The sight of him makes me instantly smile. Its like I can forget everything for a while and be happy. And sometimes I find myself sliding his ring on every finger and holding it in between then softly letting in fall back into place on its silver chain. I never thought someone could ever mean this much to me again. But then with love it puts you at risk of loss and in the end we will ask ourselves was it worth it? And I really hope it is. Ill give it all, and when I fall Ill get up and give some more until there is nothing left if me just some bones laying on the floor..
