He saw my burn scars in the light of day and didn’t recoil. He didn’t even flinch. He kissed my crinkled brown flesh, inch by inch, and said in the softness of a whisper– I see you. I see all of you. In my relief, I cried. I fell sobbing into arms of the first man to accept me with all of my damage. I didn’t want to let go of him; my modern-day knight in shining armor. He never inquired about my past and how I became disfigured. Maybe one day, we’ll be able to slay that dragon together.
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