so much hate for the ones we love

i have a printed picture of what i want to get tattoed,
i was trying it on while looking at the mirror, and showing it to you
i said, it reminds me of someone i used to think i knew
and you asked if the tattoo would also remind me of them
i said no, of course not. this is for me. my memories are mine.
you asked then, if i was certain i wanted to get the tattoo. and i looked at you for a moment, said: sure.
but you had your serious face on, and you set your jaw and said: seriously, you do know tattoos are forever, right? i mean, it will be on your body permanently and it could be something you'll regret for the rest of your life.
i smirked a little, bit my lip then laughed, and laughed and laughed.