But if a man truly loved you, he would see the beauty that lies much deeper than those scars.

We have our agreement about scars, I know, but this time I looked away because sometime you can see too much beauty.

But he’d loved only Eby. You didn't need a mirror to tell you that you were beautiful when you had proof like that.

We didn't talk about our scars, the ones you could see and the ones you couldn't.

As he left, he decided not to go back, as it was too easy to lose himself in there, as if the woman had cast a forgetful spell over the place.

Words have power, power we fail to recognize time and time again. Both spoken words and written words have an impact that can last forever. That's why I'm a writer.