Somebody noticed my scar last time…it was really bad. Bad, because I remember again what I have done, I remember again everything. It was very difficult on my part to play it cool as if this is just nothing. But no, this is something. And I hate it to share or tell her what this scar’s all about. Its better left unsaid than to start again.
I have so many scars in my life… scars that leave memories, good and not so good. But these scars represent how I survived the trials of my life. But there are some scars that I have never wanted, scars that every time I see it, I just wanted to break down and start all over again from the time that scar was made. But in the long run, some scars were already fading and there are some that will never fade that whatever I do, it will never do me any good.
And for you who noticed…I am sorry. There are things that are better not to talk about, things that should be hidden and if I can… be forgotten. I know, being curious was not your fault, and for somehow, I felt that your intentions were true, if not…at least for that moment you care and that was something to me. I was grateful for the fact that you have given me some of your time…even if I try to stop my self I have to be open again to start another friendship and learn to share some (if not all) stories of my life and to understand that by having a new friend is not bad at all. And that whatever things that I cannot share, scars that I cannot give you the reason why it was there…hoping you will bear with me.
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