I've fallen in love with every inch of him that I can't see but felt with fingers with whisper like touch .
I don't know the shade of his skin but I do know every breath that his body leaves and how his heart beats .
I've felt his trembling body and his invisible fear floating in this movements .
The finger that touched his very silkiness over his scar he got when he was six .
How that have hurt him ?
He doesn't like his scar like he doesn't like any two thinkgs about himself .
He freezes when I touch his scar on his forehead .
But I always sigh when I touch it , because it's the only proof that he came out alive , scared but alive .
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Scars doesn't matter wheather it's on the outside or inside , they are never meant to matter.
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