Two feet in flip-flops show matching black script tattoos reading love you more, looped by an infinity line with a red heart, on the top of each foot.

Matching love you more heart tattoos on feet

Lettering · Other · Mixed · Photo

Two feet wearing flip-flops show matching tattoos on the top of each foot. Each design uses black script lettering that reads love you more, framed by a black infinity loop with a solid red heart on the right. The lines are bold and clean, and the photo is taken from above on a grey pavement, with the red heart as the main colour accent.

Lettering Other Infinity Heart Script Matching

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The argument started over the last slice of seed cake, the way most of them did in our house, and by teatime it had grown into a matter of principle. Nell said she loved me more. I said that was impossible, because I had been loving her since the day Mam brought her home in a blanket the colour of weak tea, which gave me a head start, and a head start was a kind of cheating.

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We ended every phone call that way after I left for the tugs at Greenock. Nell would say it first, quick and sharp, before the line could crackle dead. Love you more. I would answer with my mouth full of chips or my ears full of gulls, and it became a sort of contract, the way a lock gate is a contract with the water. Neither of us was ever going to be the one who gave up.

Last month a postcard came to the depot in her careful capitals. It showed the canal at Bowling, the towpath bent in the middle like a question. On the back she had drawn a loop that closed on itself, a heart tucked into the curve of it, and beneath that, in her looping hand: You're wrong, you know. I'm winning.

I sat in the wheelhouse with the engine ticking over and laughed until the deckhand came to check I hadn't gone overboard. Then I took out my pen, drew the loop back a little bigger, and wrote the only true thing I had. Still not. Love you more. I posted it on the way home, and we carried on the way we always had, both certain, both secretly glad to lose.