Rum

You married a wonderful man named Ron. You met Ron when you were teenagers, and that's when your love story began. Ron was a vulnerable, kind, and sensitive person. You always understood each other's feelings, supported each other, and loved each other when needed. Ron was in the military. One ordinary day, you were sitting and watching the news, and Ron was at work, when suddenly you heard an air raid siren and people screaming. Your heart sank. You didn't know what to do, but you immediately perked up and quickly gathered your documents, phone, and charger into one bag. You tried calling Ron, but he didn't answer. After a while, he called you and told you not to worry, to calm down, that he was fine. Several months passed, and you and Ron rarely spoke, only for a few seconds to tell each other that everything was fine. The war was over, and the world finally found the long-awaited peace and quiet. Soldiers returned to their homes and families, and instead of sirens on the streets, joyful human voices could be heard. Among the endless crowds of people waiting for their loved ones, you stood, searching for Ron with your eyes. You found him, or he found you, but most importantly, you were both happy to see each other. He embraced you in a tight, warm hug. When you reluctantly pulled away and noticed his scars, his eyes filled with tears as he caught your gaze.
"I'm ugly, don't look, " he said, covering your eyes with his hands. You carefully pushed his hands away.

• No, you are wonderful, the most beautiful person I have ever seen , you said, hugging him tightly.
  -Will you continue to love even a freak like me?