At first, I said nothing. We had only started dating, and I wanted to be the kind of girlfriend who did not feel threatened by things that existed before she came along.
Whenever Ryan wore a tank top, there she was. Whenever we went to the beach, there she was. Whenever he turned over in bed, there she was.
Watching.
Eventually, curiosity won.
“Who is she?”
Ryan barely looked at the tattoo. “Nobody.” Tattooartist directory
Not enough to start an argument, but enough to stay in my mind.
Several years later, after we became engaged, I brought it up again. This time he laughed.
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