A woman got her ex-boyfriend's name tattooed on her forearm in her early twenties after he did the same with hers. She reflects on how passionate young love made her do wild things, and wonders if a healthy relationship would ever push you toward such extreme gestures.
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So when I was in my early 20s, I fell in love with this guy. It was like, oh my gosh, I love you. His name was— Why? He's fine with it. Well, you need to get him to sign a DocuSign. Give me a DocuSign. He will sign it. It'll be a whole thing. And so I told my best friend Trey, I'm going to go to a tattoo parlor and tattoo his name in big block letters right here on my forearm. You see it's covered now. You can kind of still see it though. And Trey was like, are you stupid, girl? What is wrong with you? And I was like, I'm in love. This is going to be my man forever. And then moved away and disappeared. And so I had his name tattooed on me. Um, but he did get my name tattooed on him, which doesn't make this any better. When you're in love, you do things that are wild, that are messy, and you have to really just pay attention to, like, does a healthy love really encourage you to do things like that?