Ink from a Pen

So I was a little bit depressed one night and I ended up writing my ex's name on my leg and then I drew my favorite picture of us. I figured if it was on my leg then no one would see it but me. I used to write his name over and over again on a piece of paper and then throw the paper away so when I would see his name, I wouldn't be depressed, it is just a memory now. And if I wrote on myself, I guessed I could just wash it off in the shower and I would be saving ink and Mother Earth.
I woke up the following morning and I looked at my leg and I barely remembered that I had done it. Then I thought to myself, why did I do something so silly?

Then I thought about tattoos! Gosh was I glad it was just ink from a pen and it was not a tattoo!!! I would have been very upset! How in the world could I fix that? We are not together anymore and we never will be together again. We have both moved on... well, he has, I'm a working progress, but I'm getting there! But I thought of all the people that I knew that regretted getting the tattoo that they had for whatever reason. How sad and what a waste. I don't even like tattoos. I find them very unattractive and they never look right. They take away from the natural beauty of you! You know how many tattoos that I see that are either just plain ugly or I only see half of it and wonder what the other half is, or it doesn't match the outfit they are wearing. I always get a kick when I see a good looking guy in a suit and then he has something that makes you think of a biker gang on his hand. It just looks weird!

But anyways, so I wrote on my leg several days ago, apparently it was some heavy duty ink from that pen because I have scrubbed my leg several times and you can still see it. Its faint, but its still there.

I just have to say, that I am very happy that it was just ink from a pen and one day I will forget and it will just be a memory, just like him!