I still worked in the pub, and Rebecca still worked in the bike shack. We worked so close, yet so far. Rebecca continued stopping by for lunch, and I continued thinking about her. I'm not a stalker, I just observe. I just happened to notice a tattoo on the inside of her finger, it was simple but beautiful, promise. That's what her tattoo said, it was simple, one word, seven letters, many meanings. Promise.
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A love story
RomanceThis is a love story, a pathetic love story. It isn't my first or my last, but it might just be my best one yet. It was the summer of 2015 when I met her. Her name is Rebecca Smith. And I fell for her, I fell for her hard.
