"Carve your name into my arm.
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed."
-Every You, Every Me, Placebo
He* has the words Love carved in several places on his arm, back when he and his-ex girlfriend used to be passionately madly in love with each other. You can't see it unless he rolls up his sleeve and twists his arm into a certain way in the light.
I gaped at it "Are you fucking crazy? That's crazy. Holy Crap." (Do you remember when I used to be open-minded? It feels like a loooong time ago)
He laughs, "yeah, it's crazy. It reminds me everyday that that kind of love? It fades."
*He prefers to stay anonymous. If you'd like to find out who this is- I suggest you start rolling up the sleeves of all my male acquaintances. I'm just kidding. Don't do that.
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