Scar tissue is an active process. The connection, once broken, demands constant work to hold together. Nutrients from other parts of the body are rerouted, lashed into a structure that acts as both scaffolding and suture. 

Stitched. 

Her eyes flickered across my scars as I gesticulated; I was telling a story (that I thought was funny) and I pretended I didn't notice. They were subtle now, faded, and I barely thought of them. Once or twice a day, maybe. 

Sometimes I get confused and I think the scars are the memories. They're a kind of memory, I suppose. 

Maybe I'm just checking on them. Scar tissue is an active process. If I don't take care of myself, they could reopen. 

So far, so good.