Ambidextrous

I never thought of what you could do with your hands. For what seems like an eternity of love turns out to be just another summer love affair to you. In that eternity that I call, I used to stare…

Scarred

You never gave me a glimpse of your scar. Just like an ink in a piece of paper, it was permanent. Final. A piece of torn skin mended by time. Still, a permanent reminder of something that had been gruesome.…