She asked me why I loved her, so I made a list. That list became our story. A story of having it all and losing it all. A story of love becoming friendship and friends becoming strangers. This is our story. This is us.
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.