Worry not, my love, your scars will heal over, and new skin will erase the memories that haunt you in your waking hours. And your voice will lose the shakiness, that projects your emotions into the stratosphere. And your heart will calm itself, and give you a moment of peace, for the first time in years, since you were cut down when you were still green. Worry not, my love, that pain isn’t you growing weak again it’s you growing strong at long last.