Love scars

ng Alexander, and forgiving the universe for the scars that I bore. Forgiveness was a heavy weight to carry, one that I had been struggling to lift for months. Every time I though

t I also thought about his own pain, about the demons that had driven him to hurt me. And I realized that he, too, was a victim of his own circumstances, just as I was. As I wrote, the weight of forgiveness began to lift, slowly but surely. It was a relief, a feeling of liberation that I had not experienced in months. I felt like I could finally breathe ag