The Most Beautiful Scar.

We're meant to be. Friends or lovers?

In between.

We're appealing each other. But we're scared to cross the line.

I am.

Scared of a possible loss. Of our friendship.

And not to be able to be friends again.

We are like long lost soul mates.

But I'm not a phoenix. I can't reborn indefinitely.

The first time I saw you, I thought you would be the love of my life. Really.

Maybe you are.

Not as a lover. But geez, you don't know how much I love you!

I'm not strong enough or weak enough to bear such pain.

Love may not be peaceful. But there's some limits to soreness.

As much in love than in friendship.

I won't be able to be your lover on the long run.

But being a friend I can.

You are the most beautiful scar, life ever made. To me.