“You’re sure? ‘Cause I’ll book the appointment right now.” Was the last thing I said before I booked the appointment to get matching tattoos with you, finally. I already have your initial on my right bicep and now you’re willing to get mine as your first tattoo.

I’m not actually getting the tattoo with you, since mine is already imprinted onto my body with permanent ink, but I’ll just be there for emotional support. The bicep isn’t a painful place to get a tattoo, which is good for you since this is your first one.

It’s a bit of a stupid idea, but we’ve been together since I even knew One Direction was going to exist. We’ve been dating since 2009 and you’ve truly seen it all. I love knowing that you aren’t here with me because of the fame, but because of me. It’s just crazy to think you actually love me, because you’re such a gorgeous human being and it never fails to shock me when I wake up beside such a beautiful face.

I squeeze your hand as the woman prints my initial onto your arm. It already looks fantastic. I’m so unbelievably proud that you’re actually doing this, because last year you refused. I hinted at it and you were straight up and stubborn that you weren’t going to do it, now look at my girl.