“It was hard for me to do it, more than your imagination. But, when I scarred his beautiful body with my own hands, he told me something that night which I could never forget...”

We were staring at each other, trying to words behind the silence we both were impotent to break, dying to release the words on the edge of our tongue but couldn’t.

It was a harsh time.

It felt like the chains we created by our inner thoughts had imprisoned us, he couldn’t hold my hand and I was afraid if I held my hand out, he might not take it.

I was afraid to embrace him....