I never wish to be parted from you from this day on… “Hardin, can we talk about this for a second, please?” I ask him. I swear he knows about my plans to go to Seattle and he’s taunting me by getting this tattoo. The line he chose is perfect but cruelly ironic, considering I’ve been withholding telling him about my move to Seattle. “No, Tess, I want to do it,” he says, dismissing me. “Hardin, I really don’t think—” “It’s not a big deal, Tessa, it’s not my first tattoo,” he jokes. “I just—”
Ohmygod just tell him
