I was going to get one simple tattoo that represented our continuous affection that held an uncertain but a hopefully promising future.
What if you don’t end up together, eh? – one of the voices protested.
Tattoos are permanent, y’know! – that annoying-stating-the-obvious voice exclaimed.
Do they not understand that even if the relationship status changes to the worst or we don’t meet our forever, that tattoo is a reminder of the only love I’ve had that felt beautiful.
It’s a permanent memory of the only Man who managed to mark his territory.
That even if my fate isn’t tied up with yours, know that I may have not been able to tame your heart, but your name will follow me when I’m buried underground, and God forgive me as I try and fail to withstand the consequences.