Forever In My Heart Tattoo Novels & Stories

“Winter melted into spring, Time knocked again at the door, Sea beach changed and so does heart, But I am yours forever, Years may pass, city may change, We might never see another night so alluring, You may change and may change the youth, But what remains same is a heart in true love. I am yours forever, Let the clock test our time, Standing here, in frong of you, I swaer I am yours forever.”

Was writing on the banner with red ink. " What is the meaning of this karma?" I ask, gritting my teeth in anger. " My beloved flower, from the very first day I set my eyes on you, I lost my mind to you, I think of you when I'm eating, you are always by my side when I'm sleeping, even in the toilet you are always there, my love for you is like a Lion's love for meat, you are the air I breathe the sugar in my bee, no, the honey in my bee, you are my forever, I love you and will always...."

Forever and ever. We break the kiss and smile as he wipes my tears and I wipe his in silence. This time when he hugs me, I feel complete. I feel like I have truly made my way to his heart, to every single corner of it as he opened his heart to me. There's nothing about him I don't know. He's all mine. For all my life. I close my eyes, smiling. "So, now?" I ask "Now what?" he whispers, kissing my forehead. "We should get tattoos!"

“I didn’t know how to tell you then. I was thirty, too proud, too convinced I didn’t need anyone. So I sent flowers instead. One every week for months, until you left the company and I lost track of you.” His voice roughens. “Then eight years later, you walked into that gala in midnight blue silk, carrying a child and bleeding from a heart some asshole broke. And I got you back. Not the way I imagined when I was thirty. But I got you.” He takes my hand, places it over the tattoo, warm skin, the faint raise of fresh ink. “I wanted something permanent,” he whispers. “Something that can’t burn like a contract. Something that says I loved you before I ever had the right to. Before you ever looke

It tickles. "If it means forever." My heart drops hearing the last word. Forever... with him?

Okay" He said surfing through his stuff. Soon, he brought out four different designs "This and this" Fiona said "Two?" "Yes. Caden?" She said handing me the designs. The first one is just the words Always and Forever, It's written in a beautiful Calligraphy, Always would be written on me with ellipsis, while Forever would be written on her, ellipsis preceding it. The second one would be on our shoulders, It's the drawing of a hand holding on to a thread, it continues to the next person, If we are apart, the thread isn't whole.

It smells of him and it calms me down immediately, but when I look up and find his shirtless body staring back at me, my jaw drops, and my blood heats. Calm is long forgotten. Rome is ripped and covered in tattoos. He’s always had them, I know. However, it’s more now, and his arms are covered in tattoos, not excessively, but enough. His front is untouched, all except for one that’s directly on his chest, specifically his heart. My heart seems to stop beating when I see the tattoo. It’s an infinity mark with a single vertical band running around the middle, and two dots on both ends of the band. It’s exactly like mine, only bigger. I stare at it with an open mouth.

Unbreakable. Forever.

“This… us. It feels nice. But it’s not real. It’s just nostalgia.” His face shifted. Defensive. “So that’s it?” I nodded. “I loved you. I’ll always care. But going back would be a betrayal to everything I’ve fought for.” He sat up. “I’ve changed, though.” “I know. But it’s not just about you anymore. I’ve changed, too.” There was a silence — thick, final, undeniable. He didn’t beg. He didn’t argue. He just looked at me like he was watching something slip through his fingers.

I look at him and I feel like I'm going crazy. With a trembling hand, I touch the tattoos on his left hand. I feel hypnotized by them. There are thorns surrounded by roses. The drawing climbs on the cloth to the shoulder and then descends slightly on the back and chest. It's a great drawing. I follow it lightly with my fingers feeling tingling as I walk my finger over the tattoo. Something is written between thorns and roses near the heart. A name. "My Forever Elle". I put my hand to my mouth and sigh. What the fuck is this? Is this a bad joke?