She undressed in front of her and was completely naked, showing the scars of her soul, there was no beautiful nudity, the body was full of marks and she noticed that some wounds were still open, others were healing and the already healed ones seemed to be very deep. .
? Where did he go so badly hurt? ? Thought.
- I was going to ask.
- But I waited.
- In the midst of an unreasonable conversation.
- He told her everything she wanted and also what she didn’t even think she knew.
- It was supposed to be just a dialogue.
- I didn’t expect to see him naked so soon.
- But they were talking and she was slowly undressing.
- Revealing her scars.
At first, she was amazed by all the stories he had lived there, he closed his eyes for a moment and wondered if he wanted to share it with him, it would be bearable to surrender to this naked body that had already been so wounded. who had already suffered so many injuries.
The dialogue continued in this way, she, an attentive, naked and shameless listening, risking everything or nothing in front of this woman with whom she said she wanted to spend her life, but now she was afraid, afraid that she would be too scared. Seeing her naked and not loving her anymore, she knew that her scars were not attractive, but she was not ashamed of them, and when she recounted the events, she showed in the tone of her voice overcome and proud of everything that had happened. so far, and more so, how he had survived.
? And now? You want to give up and stop everything here? Asked
His tone was firm, trying to show his indifference to the decision he was about to make, so many times he had been there and so often saw people walk away when he was naked, that he didn’t care so much about the decision he was going to make. I was in pain, of course. I loved that woman. But if she wanted to leave, it doesn’t matter, he’d survive. He always survived.
He looked intensely at those tearful and ridiculously indifferent eyes.
He laughed, imagining that he had thought of undressing, but was ashamed to expose his own scars.
Find a certain grace in fate, which ends up crossing such different and interesting paths, with so many similarities.
Nor was his body worthy of admiring with the naked eye, he never stripped himself completely in front of others, avoided clarity so as not to see his marks and asked too many questions, questions he did not want to answer, for which the answers inflicted the most painful wounds.
Looking at this man completely naked in front of him, he was proud of the marks he was wearing, how he healed the still-open wounds, and how he held down the wind and storm and stayed there, the uncertainties up to that point had disappeared in a slight breeze that touched her by the time she undressed and began to speak Then she decided?
He turned around, bowed his head, and asked quietly: Open my dress?
She undressed for him and made him the most serene and beautiful love he had ever known, sharing the marks they both wore. In the morning, there was no mark, only a layer of sensitive skin occupied the spaces of such deep wounds.
They didn’t understand exactly what had happened, was it a dream?What part wasn’t real?