I gently kiss the pale pink, crescent shaped scar on the soft skin of the inside of her wrist to show my affection for her. The scar is from our first kiss- running through the woods at cheer camp, playfully shoving and tickling before she lost her balance and fell forward. The small scratch was accompanied by bruised knees, but I gently kissed her pain away. I kissed her palm, then her wrist while she sniffled into my shoulder. She looked up at me with wet, vibrant blue eyes paired with a small smile on her lips as I kissed her cheek, wiping her tears away, before leaning forward to ghost my lips across hers. I will always remember our first kiss, and am grateful a small symbol remains that I can shower with love, a secret only we know about. I kiss her wrist to show my affection, I kiss the scar to remember how much I loved her even then.