"You don't know me, or what I've dealt with," I shouted at him as the tears ran down my face, "You can't help me; nobody can." The sadness was written all over his face, but he reached out and traced my scars. "Everyday, I look forward to you yelling at me, because no matter what, I love to hear your voice." He stepped closer, and looked me dead in the eye, right before, his soothing lips met mine.All Rights Reserved