..Story Continued... Over some lame excuses like a coffee meet, or the evening walk or for the group discussion, Ray and i continued seeing each other. My love for him grew more every time i saw him. On the third Saturday of our first meet, he was wearing a black quarter pant with a white waist, which means his arms were cloth less. I noticed a faint tattoo on his left arm as we were walking along the local Street of some down town on the path to the city. "Hey, excuse me. There is something on your arm." I said. "What? Something? What is it?" He turned his shoulder to my side. I felt funny on how panic he has sounded. I wipped off the little green insects crawling up his shoulder. I took that chance to give quick study at the tattoo. It was written, 'love Laura' with a small heartshape at the end.] "Thanks." He acknowledged. I gave a slight grin because i was already wondering about the tattoo thing? "Laura? Who
