It was a bright September morning I watched as showers of rain hammered my umbrella,
I hurriedly boarded the train at the subway.
As a girl sat across from me she had the most scariest scar I had seen anyone worn .
It was slicing right down to her cheek if you looked behind her scar you could see she had a pretty face maybe a models.
What I found strange was I wanted to touch her scarred face and caressed this scar.
Most people on the train never even gave her a second glance .
But I was fascinated by how deeply this scar must have been.
How long it had taken her to heal.
We all get scars from time to time whether physical , emotional or mentally no one ever escape getting scarred. It stay with us for life .
I wanted to ask her if she remembered went she got this scar
And how long it took her to heal.
I wanted to give her a big hug and tell her I was sorry about whatever had cause her scar .
But I was a Stranger and she might be afraid I notice her scar.
But answer me this , when did you last get a scar ?
Did it heal fully?
Is the scar as the pain you felt?
Life is more than what's on the surface!
We are all magnificent being with.
All the hurt the pain And many scars.
But I have no regret asking you these unsaid word.
I fell in love with a human being by wanting to touch her scar.