After work I drove myself to the tattoo shop. I sometimes do spontaneous things but I do think things thru and think about the end result. I think about the worst case scenario and if I could handle the result.
I’ve thought about getting this tattoo since I came back from Arizona. Worst case scenario is that it’s there forever. I can deal with that.
I needed something to remind me to never, ever fall in love with anyone. At the same time I wanted to always remember Robbie. I didn’t get my happy ending but if it weren’t for him popping into my life I know I’d still be sitting on my bed everyday after work not doing anything with my life.
But now I have friends. I go to concerts and games. I get mani’s and pedi’s with girlfriends. I am happy-ish.
I still miss Robbie. I still love him to death. He texts me every couple weeks to check in. I’d marry him in a split second of he asked. Seeing his name pop up on my phone still makes me heart pound. But I am better now. Sane.
I checked that mental breakdown right off my bucket list.
And I now think of Robbie every time I run my tongue across his name along the inside of my bottom lip…..