Today I went to my local tattoo place, where I’ve gotten all my other body art in the past. I use the same artist every time and I’ve never been disappointed, her work is flawless and always manages to perfectly illustrate how I’m feeling at the time. On previous visits, I’ve toyed with the idea of getting Pup’s paw print on my chest with her name and the date we were partnered together.
This will happen now, on Pup’s birthday in June. That way, she’ll be with me no matter what, just as she should be.
The other piece I asked to be drawn up was a Dove of some sort. We couldn’t come up with a solid design choice there and then, so the artist is going to work on some ideas and get back to me.
Why am I getting it?
To remind me it’s possible to love someone so deeply, that every fibre of your being can hurt, whether they feel the same or not. I feel it, I felt it, it exists. I don’t care what people think or if they think it’s silly.
She’s part of me and I’m part of Dove, whether she wants to admit it or not. Love is real, no matter how many miles are in between.