You didn't want to be cliché but you begged me to get a tattoo with you. 'I will hold your hand every step of the way, squeeze my hand if it starts to hurt.' You said comforting me, so I did it. I got a tattoo which I never thought I would get in my life. You went first and you said it was inspired by our love for each other.
It was a circle, you said in your way we go round and round and do the same shit but you never get tired of it. I asked you that once if you ever got bored of me and your jaw fell, grabbing my body and putting me on top of you 'baby, I never want you to think like that. I fucking adore you.' I never thought like that since. But now it's coming back in my mind.
