Things I'll Never Tell You ★ Wolfstar

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I wish you knew how beautiful you are.

Sometimes I see you frowning when you look at your reflection. I know you think I don't see, but sometimes you trace scars on your hands or neck with your fingers. When you're especially upset, you scratch at your arms, which are filled with a variety of scars. You have little habits that tell me what you think of yourself, and I can't help but notice them.

You have a lot of scars. You do. I'm not going to lie and say you don't. What you don't get, however, is that they're beautiful. Your scars reflect what you've been through. They're a part of you, and every part of you is beautiful. Your scars make you unique, they make you beautiful, they make you Remus. You wouldn't be you without them. They're a part of you, and every part of you deserves to be loved because you're fucking worth it, you're worth a million compliments and twenty dozen roses and more. You're priceless. I wish you could see what I see.