Tomorrow is Charlotte’s birthday so Em and I took her out to lunch. After lunch Charlotte and I went shopping.
I got another tattoo today. After Luke died I got “love” one the inside of one wrist and “Luke” on the inside of the other. I now hate them. I feel branded and I hate the way they look. He had my name tattooed on him in a few places and I wanted everyone to see how much I loved him I guess.
I got LOVE FEARLESSLY on the inside on the arch of my foot. Ironic, since the thought of falling in love again makes me want to run screaming in the opposite direction.