....NAKED
...he loved the fact that only he could see me naked... ...not just without clothes... ...he could see my scars... ...painful wounds and pulsating flesh barely clinging to a heart that didnt know how to stop loving... ...how to stop caring... ...how to turn it off no matter the depth of the wound... ...he could see my flaws... ...my imperfections... ...and he thought them beautiful... ...he thought me even more beautiful ....naked...
