We haven't made love in a while.
I look down at my body and all I see is the accident. All I see is time lost and efforts wasted. I know you still find me beautiful but I can only see me at 17. When I was complacent when he left me for the first time, unknowing. When I was weak physically and emotionally. All my hard work into being stronger lost. I am now soft , once again. I know you still find me beautiful, but I fell as though I will never be as strong as I once was. I want to be stronger but I can't even conceive a path, let alone clear one to achieve. We haven't made love in awhile but this time I know love isn't conditional.
