I always knew I was different. My family are the only people who had seen my tattoo. Not even Cas had, and I'd never seen his, until sophomore year, but more on that later. We decided it was best that we don't show each other the new ones we got, not that there were that many. I was only in love with one person.
Perhaps I should explain, in case you live under a rock. Everyone is born with a unique tattoo on their ankle. No one has the same tattoo. And every time you fall in love, you get the tattoo of the person you love on a different part of your body. People who fall in love easily tend to have more, and people like me, well let's just say my heart isn't very big. Now that that's cleared up, let me tell you the story Castiel Novak and I.