This morning my girlfriend and I were laying in bed, her head on my chest. She was still half awake and I had just put my book down that I was reading.
I’ve always known about my girlfriend’s past, I’ve known about her family problems and the way she’s dealt with it, and I’ve always noticed her scars. But today, with her legs on top of mine, I put my hand on her thigh rubbing my thumb gently across the three horizontal and two vertical lines of scar tissue. After about three minutes she put her hand on top of mine, and looked up at me. I don’t know if it was the sunlight or if it was the way I was feeling or the way she was feeling, but I’ve never seen her beautiful green eyes look so somber until that moment. Her hand on top of mine, she started crying. She knew I always knew, but this was the first I acknowledged it. And I just hugged her and kissed her head and held her for a long long time as she cried. I swore to her that I will make sure to never let her get that unhappy again.
And I will do everything in my power to keep that promise. I swear by it.
- Roman Payne, The Wanderess (via insanity-and-vanity)