Ren

There is a scar on my bottom lip from the first time you kissed me.
There are two scars on my hips from the night we first danced.
There is a scar on my left foot from when you first picked me up. 
There is a scar on my right hand from when you first held it. 
There is a cut in my heart that I can not yet tell if it will become a scar or wound, but I know that it is healing. 

They may think it rather odd to heal from a cut, but that is what we do. 
We heal from our cuts.