She liked to be covered. She always wore her jeans, sneakers, and hoodie. Carefully guarded the distorted shapes. She blended in and disappeared in her attention-shunning cloak. Too many confusing layers to count. Living everyday in the private unknown world. Until they met. The person who knew her next layer wasn't skin. Maybe it was just that he cared enough to see. Taking it slow. Putting in the effort. As each piece was removed, he told her how beautiful she looked in it. Until eventually, there she stood. Stripped naked and bare in her jeans, sneakers, and hoodie.
