Have you ever wondered how it seems that every scar we seem to remember exactly how we get it? As if we must carry around that permanent rememberance of a time so far away. Yet no matter how far away, the scar and memories are always clear. And that's why the truth, and all things worth living for, have to hurt. If it didn't hurt, we wouldn't remember it. If things didn't leave marks, our memories wouldn't be so clear. Oh, how simple that to remember we must bare scars, either on our body or our heart, or even in our minds. In the end, it's all about the marks that things leave.