It’s a simple black outline of a heart, no bigger than a quarter. Around the edges, I add a watercolor splatter of paint in every color of the rainbow.
“There,” I say. “That’s to remind you not to keep all your ideas inside you all the time.”
She takes my arm back. Under her fingers, colors spread like dye until I have a matching heart on my wrist. But instead of spilling out, all my colors are inside my heart.
“And that’s to remind you not to ignore what you’re feeling,” she says. “To keep some of it inside for yourself.”
We’re quiet, just staring at the tattoos. They’re a perfect set, like a lock and a key.
that's actually a rly cute idea for matching tattoos