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I always run from things I want. But beauty — scares me the most.
For some reason, I remember a girl with a scar on her face. She had the most beautiful features, emerald-green sprinkled with grey eyes, a beautiful ripe body, short blackish hair. There was just this scar running across her face as if some animal scratched her. I knew she was traumatized by it even before we started to talk at some party. We became friends quickly. I never had problems seeing behind the cover, and we never discussed her scar.
One night she invited me to her house. It smelled of paint. Her family was repainting walls and left to stay somewhere while the paint was drying. We talked on a couch, and things became romantic quickly. She got naked even before I knew it, and I was stricken by her beautiful body… it felt as if I looked at an elegant sculpture… or a painting. More than lust, beauty engulfed me, and I felt as if a big wave was sucking me in only to crash hard after…
She gently approached me… I don’t know what I was thinking. I was afraid to “own” something this beautiful. I am not sure if I even saw a real naked girl before at that time…
