Scars

"I'm not going to lie to you and say that your scars are beautiful. Because they're not. No mark created by your own hand in a moment of such horrible desperation could possibly be considered beautiful. Self-harm is a wretched concept, and I know that. I know how hard it is to wake up when the first thing you see in the morning are your own regrets translated into physical form. But just because what covers your arms isn't lovely doesn't mean that you aren't.

Your scars are a part of you and that won't change; it's a sad truth but is nonetheless a truth. You are not your scars; they do not have to define you. Scars were once open wounds; scars mean that you've healed. I know that probably doesn't make you feel better, because it's still all so god-awful. But it's still important to mention." He paused before he continued on; he'd been gathering his thoughts.

I'm not trying to kiss your arms for the sake of paying extra attention to your scars; I'm kissing your arms because they're a part of you, and I'm in love with you. Because I care about you and I love you, You mean the world to me. I just want to show you affection and for it to make you happy; I want to make you happy. That's what I want. I want you to be able to let me kiss your arms without being ashamed of what covers them. Your scars don't deter me, and they never will. I love you, Eren, I really, really do."