She left marks upon me, as did he, as did she, as did each and every one.
I wish to be one that leaves marks upon others, not scars.
Oh, I have no shame in my scars! On the contraire, I swell with pride touching each one. My scars reflect my life, and I have no regrets on that matter. But my scars, be they external or internal, are not the equivalent of my marks.
I don’t want to be the reason for scars on another.
I do not want to be the one that leaves a lasting scar from a previous hurt. After all, I trust the person’s life to inflict plenty of that on them. I don’t need to ensure they receive their fair share of suffering.
No, I want to leave a flowering bruise. An imprint of a unicorn’s head or a heart. It is perhaps a rather similar visual, but there is a distinction.
I want to leave my memory etched upon their mind.
Oh, but I wish I could photograph the marks left on me by others, as others do their brilliant purples, reds, and greens! Alas, I cannot, as the marks are on my mind and not my skin. But they are just as beautiful, I assure you.
….I hope I have, and will continue to leave, such marks upon the minds of others.