Fixin’ my Broken Heart.

On my left ankle theres a tattoo. It’s small. It’s starting to fade. Its been there over 11 years. I remember I went with my best friend at the time to get it done. It hurt, but not as much as the reasons its there. It’s a broken heart.
When my boyfriend and I got back together, he noticed it one day and asked about it. Over the years I have gotten many questions/comments about it. I always gladly explained my tattoo. No one asking ever bothered me as much as it when he asked. Because he was the one who broke my heart. When I didn’t answer right away, he knew. But what I didn’t tell him is, he’s fixing it. He’s fixed it over the past 7 months, that hurt he caused me slowly isn’t the same anymore.
After all these years, my broken heart isn’t so broken anymore. I never in a million years thought he would be able to repair the damage he did or that he wanted to. But he did. He’s fixed my broken heart. Is it completely fixed? No. He can’t take back the things that happened all those years ago, as he even said himself, “Whats done is done and I did it.” I will always have those memories. But can he make for it now? Our present? And hopefully our future? Yes!! Am I saying he’s the perfect boyfriend? HECK NO!! (hence his title awesome/ASSHOLE boyfriend!)
The broken heart is still there as a reminder. He hasn’t mentioned it, not since that first time. But now that its almost summer, time for flip flops and shorts, it’ll be out there for everyone to see. I think its time to mend my broken heart. It’s been mended inside, maybe now it’s time mend the outside.