Un libro al azar/A random book

You kissed my scars

In the quiet of the night, where the stars painted patterns across the sky and the world seemed to hold its breath in anticipation of the dawn, two souls stood on the edge of something new—a moment suspended in time, where past and present merged into one.

She was named Grace, a girl with a heart scarred by the trials of life, her spirit weary from the battles she had fought and the wounds she had endured. He was named Alex, a man with eyes that saw beyond the surface, his touch gentle yet filled with a quiet strength that she found herself drawn to.

As they stood together, their hands intertwined like the roots of an ancient tree, Grace felt a sense of vulnerability wash over her—a feeling of exposure that left her trembling with fear and uncertainty. But as Alex looked at her with eyes filled with understanding, she knew that she was safe—that he would never judge her for the scars she carried, but would instead embrace them as part of what made her who she was.

And then, in a moment that seemed to stretch on for eternity, Alex reached out to her, his fingers brushing against the rough edges of her past as he traced the lines of her scars with a tenderness that took her breath away.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath, "every scar, every flaw, every part of you."

And as he leaned in to kiss her scars—a gesture of love and acceptance that spoke volumes more than words ever could—Grace felt a weight lift from her shoulders, a burden she had carried for far too long, now released into the night like a bird taking flight.

In that moment, she knew that she had found something rare and precious—a love that saw beyond the surface, that embraced her for who she was, scars and all. And as they stood together beneath the starlit sky, Grace felt a sense of peace settle over her—a feeling of belonging, of acceptance, and of a love that would never fade.