Dear Ariella,
Later that day,
We had um...
Intercourse.
It was so romantic.
I sound like a hormonal teenage girl, but it was.
I set up candles,
Put on slow music,
And scattered the bed with rose petals.
It was sort of awkward and there was a lot of
'Is this okay?'s.
But with you,
It was beyond compare.
You saw all of my scars,
And whispered one of the best on-the-spot quotes I've ever heard.
"You thought you would hurt me. Really, I hurt you."
I shook my head and started a protest,
But your kissing my lips shut me up.
You got a black sharpie,
And drew butterflies on every section of scars.
I love you.
And you didn't hurt me.
I hurt me.
For not being good enough for you.
-Lucas
