You loved him; He loved you. With his last dying breath, be did. You watched each other grow from those awkward teenagers. You watched every new ink line cover parts of his skin.

You started off as highschool sweethearts - He thought you were a hot, chill chick and you liked the dangerous air that revolved around him and you liked his humor

Through time you fell for him. He was trustworthy, you had lots of fun with him and he was so considerate. You shared so many fun and lighthearted memories like water fight around the dorm and letting him do your make up.

You fell first, but he fell harder.

And it showed. His hand would always linger a bit more on your ring finger, he grew more protective and possessive, he always got you gifts. The romance was still there and probably even more than before

He could be soft, but only around you. Only around you would he ever smile and laugh the way he did. And he would forever cherish that

Now, you went to pick him up for the hundredth time from the tattoo parlor. This time though, you were surprised to see a tattoo of your eyes on his forearm

"Hey, love" He murmured softly as the tattoo artist did some finishing touches.