"A man is made by his scars. Go on, show me yours”
I point at my arm
"Oil burn. Cooking for a friend, I spilt the roasting tray."
"No, deeper."
I peel back the outer layer and point to my deltoid
"Dancing, throwing my former lover in the air so he could do a somersault."
"No, deeper”
I peel back another layer and point to the back of my mind.
"Being in my brother's shadow. Constantly trying to step out of it."
"No, deeper."
I peel back my last layer and point to the very core of my soul.
"The first time you laid eyes on me. I don't think it'll ever go away."
"I love you."
