Yes, I understand why things had to happen this way. I understand the reason for my pain. But mere understanding does not chase away the hurt. It does not call upon the sun when dark clouds have loomed over me. Let the rain come then if it must come! And let it wash away the dust that hurt my eyes, and let it show me the truth. I wonder, do these scars cover the whole of me, like the stars and the moon do the night sky? I thought that would be pretty too, and I ask you right here please to agree with me that a scar is never ugly. That is just what they want you to think. But you and I, we must make an agreement to defy them. We must see all scars as beauty. Okay? This will be our secret. Because take it from me, a scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, you survived.
