September 2010
August 2010
When I sit with my girlfriend on a bus, on a bench, on a sofa, she runs her fingers gently across the scars that plaster my arms.
She doesn’t judge me, she doesn’t look down upon me for my times of weakness.
She accepts my every flaw and loves me for me. My girlfriend’s accepting LGMH.
My boyfriend does this with my arms and many many leg scars. I love you Kyle
