Not all scars are visible. But even the invisible ones can cut deep enough to permanently mar your soul.
I would know.
My soul has been broken for over half of my life. The ones who should’ve loved me pushed me away. And others who pretended to care for me just caused more damage. To my family, I was a constant reminder that ripped us apart. To most, I was nothing more than a pretty face. I began to doubt redemption and respect would ever be possible . . . until I met him.
He was everything I needed and everything I couldn’t allow myself to want.
But if I couldn’t outrun my past, maybe he could burn it all away.