As I grow up I realize it is impossible to love someone without loving his or her scars. As you know someone deeper you’ll start to see his or her scars. You’ll start to see his or her wounds that are not everybody can see. You’ll start to realize, that that someone you love is somebody who had been hurt, who had been mistreated, who had pain, who suffered. You’ll realize that the person in front of you is like anybody else in this world—has a past, and that past makes him or her somebody you know—you love today. You can’t ignore the scars, because that scars make them who they are today. And at the end, to love somebody means to accept him/her with his/her scars.