admiring the bruises that your f/o gives you. seeing the fist sized marks on your arm, your legs, your torso, some purple and red, some starting to yellow and fade. some smaller, some bigger, in clusters.
pressing them just so you can feel the ache- being reminded of how it felt when you got them. wearing shorter clothes just so you can see them.
absentmindedly tracing your finger around 2 bruises that look strangely heart shaped.
even if they fade and go away, you know there’ll be new ones to replace them <3














