Written in Our Scars

Written in Our Scars

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His bright blue eyes seemed to stare into my soul as the knife dug through my flesh. Just last night he was the most loving boyfriend in the world. He took care of me as I mourned the 5 year anniversary of my father's death. His touch was so soft, so warm. Then this morning, his touch was burning my skin as his stare made me feel worthless and like his prey. -------- His bright hazel eyes kept glancing at me as I did my job. I couldn't help but notice him look then quickly look back down at his drums as he got back into the song. His dirty blonde hair bouncing as he hit the drums harder. He never looked at me the way Alex looked at me. He made me feel special. He made butterflies fill my stomach every time he just looked my way.
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We were all born with a tattoo on our left wrist; a countdown to the exact moment we would first look into the eyes of our soul mate; and I was going to meet mine tonight, around 8. My parents were soul mates; my grandparents were too; my brother had met his a few months ago and he’d been ridiculously in love since then. Everything around me seemed to work out just the way it was supposed to but I couldn’t help but be really skeptical about the whole thing. A part of me thought that people felt like they had to spend the rest of their life with the person that stood in front of them when their timer read ‘O’ and therefor convinced themselves that they were in love. Love was more than that to me; and no tattoo was going to tell me who I had to give my heart to, that was for sure.

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