[ WP ] In order to speak a word , you must FIRST have it tattooed on your body . You can learn a lot about a person by the words they choose to say ...

He only had two words tattooed on his body. People thought he might have more that he was hiding, but I'd seen every inch of his skin and I knew that he only had two words tattooed on his body. He was n't like me, with my verbs and nouns and adjectives. He could write down all his feelings and stick them on the mirror of the bathroom and go about his day. We made it into a game, my tiny tattooed phrases and his two words. 
 
 `` Do you want to go to dinner tonight?'' 
 
 `` No,'' he said. 
 
 `` Do you want to eat at home?'' 
 
 He'd laugh. `` Yes.'' 
 
 `` Do you want to kiss me?'' 
 
 `` Yes.'' 
 
 `` Do you want to watch television?'' 
 
 He'd laugh. `` No.'' 
 
 Sometimes he would scribble something on a pad of paper for me. 
 
 *Sam, went out to work. Love you, Rob. * 
 
 `` Are you ever going to tell me you love me?'' 
 
 He'd raise an eyebrow at me. `` Yes.'' 
 
 `` Will I ever hear it?'' 
 
 `` Yes.'' 
 
 Five years of those two words. I learned how to read him in them. He learned all about me. Two years into our relationship I took the plunge and tattooed his name on my body. I did n't care if I could n't hear it in his voice when he told me he loved me. I did n't care that I had to see the words. In his *yes* and *no* I could hear an entire symphony. 
 
 The day they made it legal - the nine justices coming together to share their findings using their own tattooed words - I went out. Like many others, I'm sure, I got a new word tattooed. I bought flowers and I took them home. He was sitting there, watching the television with tears in his eyes and a note scribbled on the table. 
 
 `` Rob.'' He turned his head. I gestured to the flowers. `` We can do it now. So I want to ask. Rob & mdash;'' 
 
 `` Marry me, Sam,'' he said. I stopped mid-sentence, my freshly tattooed word never leaving my mouth. 
 
 `` Say it again,'' I whispered. 
 
 `` Marry me, Sam,'' he took a step closer to me. 
 
 `` You said my name.'' 
 
 `` Sam,'' he repeated. He lifted his hand to my cheek. `` Marry me.'' 
 
 `` Yes.'' 
 

