I thought the removal of our tattoo would cause waves of relief and freedom to wash over my body.
I thought the removal of our tattoo would be like the finishing seal after you fold your feelings into the coffee stained envelope.
I thought the removal of our tattoo was more important than the removal of any other mark you had left on my body, because unlike the bruises and scratches it was the only mark of yours that would otherwise never cease to exist.
I thought the removal of our tattoo would be the end of what I feel for you.
But here is the thing: you are more than just the ink on my skin.
You are the blood which courses through my veins, the lingering taste on my lips, the oxygen which my lungs depend on.
You are everything to me.
And that is why…
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