First message
My life was starting to become the same old routine, repeating the same daily steps over and over so this morning I woke up and wanted to do something impulsive. I drove to the tattoo shop and as I entered and was directed to the back where she sat in a dimly lit station drawing out designs, sketching out little doodles. It’s been 3 years since I last saw her after she had cheated at a party. Who would’ve known she’d be the “best” artist here let alone the one to tattoo me. No way She said.