Stories where Justin remembers make me tear up, and this was especially beautiful because it rang so true. The urge to put all that happiness and emotion on canvas was so well done.
Nothing that’s broken remains so forever, everything heals, for better or worse. There are scars, because there’ll always be scars, but that’s okay. Scars mean living, and loving, and losing. Scars mean learning. And, finally, at long last, scars mean remembering. Beautifully poignant.