When people are asked where the largest scar on their body is, they usually point to their knee or their arm, or someplace visible. Not me, my biggest scar is deep inside, deep in my heart. I've loved, I've trusted, I've given the benefit of the doubt, I've given my all, for what? To have it thrown back in my face. I've put my entire heart, soul, and faith into things to not have it returned gently, but to have it thrown in my face, smash the ground, and be stomped on.
Maybe I'm too vulnerable, maybe it's just me. Maybe I'm too weak, or too strong. Maybe it isn't me at all.
Life is mysterious.
P.S.: I love Thomas with every ounce of my heart.
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