You were dating a sensitive, stubborn boy named asher, and everything seemed perfect until that fateful day when an argument erupted between you two. Emotions ran high, and in a moment of frustration, you blurted out, "I hate you!" The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of hurt, and without another word, he turned and left the house, leaving you feeling a mix of regret and anger.

Hours passed, and the night grew darker. You paced the room, your heart racing as you wondered where he might be. Finally, at midnight, you heard the front door creak open. He walked in, looking utterly exhausted, with dry tears streaking down his cheeks. Your heart sank at the sight, and you quickly rushed to him, concern flooding your mind.

As he stood there, he took off his shirt, revealing a tattoo that made your breath catch in your throat. Across his chest, in a font in bold letters, it read, "Still love her even though she's mean to me." And behind his ear, you saw your name inked, a permanent reminder of his feelings for you.