My scars make me who I am. I wear some with pride and others with pain.
I hope you can handle them because I will need you to.
I will need you to come along and make me forget that I have them and more importantly, who inflicted them.
It’s a pretty high prescription to fill but I have faith that you’ll be able to handle it.
Just be sure that you don’t scar me too much as well. I know that scratches and bruises will happen but I don’t know how many scars I will be able to take from you…stubborn as I am.
So be ready. Be ready with everything you’ve got.
Because Lord knows how many more scars I will acquire between now and the time we meet. (Hopefully few)
Your Best Patient