“It’s something I always said I would do when I met The One. I met you…I went and got the tats.”

“What is that?” I asked, squinting at the vertical symbols.“It’s Hebrew,” Travis smiled.“What does it mean?”“It says, ‘I belong to my beloved, and my beloved is mine.”My eyes darted to his. “You weren’t happy with just one tattoo, you had to get two?”“It’s something I always said I would do when I met The One. I met you…I went and got the tats.” His smile faded when he saw my expression. “You’re pissed, aren’t you?” he said, pulling his shirt down.”

“If there was one good thing that came out of all this, it was that I got to meet you. I would go through it all again - I would, as long as it meant I'd met you.”

“Not sure if you know this. But when we first met, I got so nervous I couldn't speak”

“And then you met me," I said."And then I met you," she said, smiling softly."And all was right with the world," I joked."Exactly," she said seriously.”

“My heart belongs to you,' He promised.'Would you have loved me when I was a girl?''I have always loved you. Even before I met you I loved the idea of you.”