The clocking on his nightstand is blinking 12:00pm over and over again. His mind has been spinning for what has felt like hours with visions of her running through his head. Her voice penetrating into his ear drums. A haunting memory of her hands touching his side and out of habit he ran his hands down that very side to her favorite spot; the tattoo on his left side. The tattoo had been the second most painful moment of his life. She had stood by him while the tattoo artist outlined and shaded a single memory they both held in high regard. She had told stories of years before that masked the pain he was feeling. She would laugh at her owe jokes in a way he loved. She had no stop button which made him on occasion wonder why he loved her so.

This was just a fading memory of another woman he loved. The colors of his dreams were becoming a shabby sepia tone of what they once were. The only outward part of his love for her that was in true color was the tattoo.

The day she walked away had been the most painful moment of his life. She had left behind the engagement ring on the coffee table and a note with the words.

"Parva scintilla saepemagnamflamamexcitat"


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