One For Me?

I never really understood the purpose of my tattoo of a rose on my left hand. Not until I became 17.

I have had this tattoo since I was born, well duh, we all have one in some place or another. A few people have covered their up. They thought it was a quick way of finding who they are meant to be wth for the rest of their lives. I agreed with this theory too. There was only one thing that stopped me from getting it covered up and that's my 'lovely' parents. My mother told me I could have had it covered it if hadn't of grown when I was younger. I saw a baby picture of myself and it used to be the tiniest of flower buds just placed there in the middle of my hand. But when I was 9 it had grown to what it is today.

I don't remember feeling it change, apparently that's what is meant to happen but for me that was not the case. All I remember was this boy ith emerald eyes and sweet brown curly hair. I met him when I was about 7 and then for another two years he was in my life but then he just left..

I'm going back a few years now to describe, in first person, my story.