Black ink drawing of a heart whose lower point becomes an infinity loop, with the word love in script inside, shown as a tattoo design on paper with no body placement visible.

Heart and infinity design with love script

Lettering · Black and grey · Flash

A single-line drawing of a heart whose bottom curve flows into an infinity symbol. The word love is written in flowing script in the centre where the two shapes meet. The linework is solid black ink with varied stroke thickness on a plain off-white background, and the design is centred with generous space around it.

Lettering Heart Infinity Love Script

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mr Pike taught the waltz at the Palais on Hollins Street every Thursday, and he never once let us start from the top of the floor. "Begin in the middle," he'd say, tapping his cane on the boards, "where the lines cross, and you'll never get lost." I was seventeen and sure I knew better than a man with pomade in his moustache. Then Margaret Doyle came in off the Leeds train wearing a borrowed pair of heels.

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We were paired by the cruel arithmetic of the Thursday class, an odd number of girls and me, the only boy who could count to three. She stood on the chalk mark, I stood on mine, and the band struck up "Moonglow" with the scratch it always had. We went round the floor in a long figure of eight, out past the windows where the steam fogged the glass, then back through the middle where Pike waited with his cane. Each time we crossed the centre she said nothing, and each time I thought she was about to.

By October I had the loop by heart: left foot, a turn, the slow drift outward, then the pull back to the place we had started. Margaret wrote the word love on the back of my programme in pencil, very small, as if she was ashamed of it, then rubbed it out with her thumb before the next number. I kept the smudge anyway.

The last Thursday before the hall was sold, Pike stopped the band and told us all to stand still. "Hold your partner," he said, "and walk the eight without looking at your feet." We did. Margaret's hand was warm through my shirt, and when we reached the centre she stopped, and I stopped, and neither of us had to say where we were going. The lights went down around us and the loop kept turning in my head long after they came back up.