She looked at it, after just a matter of weeks it was gone, how could he do this to her? Didn’t he know she still loved him, she would always love him and had hoped it wouldn’t be too long before they were back together. In her mind they were the perfect couple, young, in love, made for each other in every way. She would have given him the world had it been hers to give. Everyone told her that her first love would be that way they didn’t warn her of the pain it would leave behind.
Her mind wandered back to the first time they had met, they were both out with their friends, there was an instant attraction, he was far more experienced in affairs of the heart than her but they both felt that jolt, that wonderful energy that shot between them and there it began. She was so happy, her life was on track, she had found the love of her life. He met her one day grinning from ear to ear, proudly showing off the tattoo he had had on his arm with her name sitting beautifully on his tanned, smooth skin, they went out and celebrated. She never thought a human being could be so happy, she would never let this man go.
Three years later she had been savagely dumped. One trip to the tattooist and she had been erased from his life, it had been that easy. She had been left with nothing, he walked away to another life and she didn’t know what to do, how to move on. She had thought it would work out, just a bump in the road along the way but three weeks after they split up her name was gone along with her heart.