'"The past is the past," he says as he walks away, pretending like nothing has ever happened, my heart sunk and a tear flowed down my cheeks, more tears following, he stopped walking, looking back at me, "I don't think we should see each other anymore," he says, then slowly continuing his walk down the aisle to the elevator. I felt lonely and weak, "why does everything have to be so harsh?" I thought to myself, I stood there like a fool, unwanted and broken, not wanting to walk back to my hotel room, still remembering the times we have been together, and all of those happy memories, but now those seemed to all fade away, I felt empty, maybe he just was not that interested, I walked back to my room slowly, the door was still open, I lazily walked to my bed and gently lay there, crying hard, not wanting to be disturbed, I lay there lonely, weak, empty, and broken......'
Why don't you get it? I can never be good for you! I am worthless" I said trying to hold in my tears. There was no way he was going to see me cry.
"They are beautiful to me. I don't see a single reason why you should hate them" he said moving his wheel chair closer to where I stood.
"This" he said bringing my hand where I had some faint scars and kissing them. "Would always be a story to me of how you survived."
He looked at me. There were no lies in them, just his pure truth.
"I love you Aren" he said. For the first time since anyone said that to me, I believed it.