Love is the greatest despair

Kiss The Scars

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Rare. It was rare for us to be alone. To be together without anyone interrupting us.

It was break time, we were sitting at the back of the class infront of a window. We weren't doing anything just sitting there sometimes talking about things, things that weren't important.

The class was almost empty except for a few students in the front of the class. Most students were outside, at the cafeteria, hallways, other classes wherever that did not really matter. What mattered was that we were alone.

It was peaceful honestly, to be in her presence itself was peaceful.
It was at this peaceful moment when she, possibly at the corner of her eyes saw my newly cut scars.

Honestly it is not even a big deal. I have been doing this for years now. It has now somehow become a habit. But somehow when she caressed the cuts without saying a word, when she took my arm and kiss those bloody ugly scars, I could feel my heart break.

The moment was soft. Yet, I could feel it, feel my heart break. I don't know how to put these feelings into words when I had looked at my beloved, who just kissed my scars without saying anything or even looking at me. Those feelings were something that I didn't know, they were foreign to me and perhaps it is for the better if it stays that way. After all, not everything has to have a name.

Not every feeling you feel, you felt has to have a word. It is alright to feel things that confuse you, that do not make sense. It it perfectly alright.

So, I didn't question about what I felt at that moment. All I knew is that after this moment, I was going to love her till my death no, even in death I will love her, adore her.

In the moment I had felt not only my heart break but also I had felt some part of my heart heal. Even though I don't question what I felt when my beloved kissed my scars oh so tenderly. Yet, sometimes when I look at her, I would wonder what part of my heart healed, what part did she make better and what part of me she had broke.

But, I do not mind. After all, my heart belongs to her, it is hers, I had given her my heart before I had even realized. As if, it was hers from the beginning of entirety.

So, it did not matter if she chose to keep my heart safe or if she chose to break it to so tiny of pieces that you could barely figure out it was a heart to begin with.

After that moment, neither of us spoke about it. Yet, I feel neither of us will ever forget it.

                                 
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Author's note:

Yeah sorry that this chapter is too short. For the life of me I can't figure out what to write, I am just not in my feels right now.