i-love-your-tattoo

I think I could remember your love in a thousand different ways. I always start with remembering you as pain. I always have that initial drop-gut feeling, where I remember sobbing into pillow sheets, sobbing into your old t-shirts, sobbing into the phone.

But after? I remember our love in light. I remember guilty teasing and lips that brushed and your hand in mine. I remember our love in the steady beat of your heart under my ear. Your shampoo smell in my clothes. I think the crinkles you get by your eyes when you smile are imprinted into the back of my brain. I remember our love as heat, as skimming fingertips and whispering “I love you’s" into your throat and your palm and your mouth. I remember our love like as if it was tattooed into my skin.

I hope you remember our love in light. I hope you don’t remember me in drunken voicemails and angry words thrown at closed doors or in the taste of another girl’s mouth. I hope you remember me in light the way I remember you in sunshine. I know that I loved you with a fire in my heart that needed to announce its love to every inch of your skin, but maybe I’ve always been burned out.

—  You told me you’d remember us in all our best parts, and then you forgot to remember.
The hours between 12am and 6am have a funny habit of making you feel like you’re either on top of the world, or under it

I asked Michael to draw me a heart to get tattooed on my wrist and his response was…

“I mean I can draw you a heart babe I can’t promise it’ll be any good though because I’m shit at drawing, like I can’t draw hearts and now I feel bad but omg no! That’s so bad now omg please don’t use this for your tattoo anymore😩😂”

Why I love Michael Clifford 🙈💓