Scars

My past is full of scars. Literally. I'm not sure it's completely in my past, but at the same time it's better. I bought oil to make the scars go away. It's like a bittersweet thing though. Every scar I have has it's own story, it's own memory that goes with it. So by getting rid of them it's like erasing a part of my past. I guess I can never get rid of them completely, but they're fading, just like he is, and just like so many people and memories from my past are fading. Some will be gone, some won't, some I'll want to leave, and some I want gone. Leave it to me to find meaning in the simple healing of the literal scars on my arm. Leave it to me to connect it back to him...