Black and grey tattoo of the words I love you to the moon and back in handwritten lettering, with a small crescent moon below, on the inner forearm near the wrist.

"I love you to the moon and back" lettering with moon

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows the phrase "I love you to the moon and back" written in three lines of handwritten-style lettering, with a solid black crescent moon beneath the final line. The lines are clean and even, and the solid black fill of the moon contrasts with the thinner strokes of the letters. The photograph is black and white, with the arm filling the frame diagonally against a soft, pale background.

Lettering Forearm Lettering Moon Crescent moon Text Quote

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The chits came pinned to the galley wall with a bulldog clip, one for every meal the skipper ordered, and the backs were blank. By the third week out of Hull I was writing on them in pencil between the mince and the tinned peaches, because a man can only stand so many nights at the range before he needs someone to talk to. Mostly I wrote about the weather. Sometimes I wrote the other thing.

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Ruth had asked me on the quay how far I was going. I told her the moon was the only thing that reached the Dogger and still shone on the kitchen window, so I loved her to it and back. She made me say it twice, like a solicitor checking terms. So I printed it on a chit in three wobbly lines, the words shrinking toward the bottom, and drew a crescent beneath with the side of the pencil so it came out black. Alf read it upside down over my shoulder and said it was soft for a grown man. I said the moon wasn't soft, it just stayed up.

The blow caught us off Fair Isle and we ran for shelter with the spray freezing on the rails. On the last night I stood the watch with the chit in my breast pocket, and the moon came out thin and low over the water, bent like a hook. Nothing in the world looked further away than that moon, and nothing looked closer.

At Hull the dock was grey with rain, and Ruth was at the gate with her mother, holding up a chit of her own. On the back she had drawn a moon with its horns the wrong way round and written BACK FIRST in capitals that marched uphill. I laughed until Alf thumped me. I folded hers over mine and kept them both in the same pocket all the way to the next trip.