Did I Ever Fall In Love? I Never Considered His Name Tattooed On My Body
Ezinne Ukoha

I saw this in my feed when you first published it and I avoided reading it until now because I kinda knew where you were maybe gonna go with it.

I know my heart but I don’t believe others feel the way I feel about them towards me. Not possible; I have a mirror and I can be a cruel person. Nobody can really want to be this close to that level of crazy, muchless imprint it forever on her skin. I’ve loved deeply and been told that I’ve been loved as deeply — maybe more — but I don’t believe it. Not really. People leave and nobody wants to hurt that deeply when they do.

I don’t.

I don’t want to read her name every day on my skin and I’d like her to not read mine on hers. I want to be forgetten. I want us to say this never happened and move forward from zero.

When you fall in love, you can’t ever leave. When I fall in love, I can’t ever forget the tattoos she left on my mind, seared into the folds of my brain, terrified they will slip out and make me feel again.

Love is horrible.

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