Now some people may say that relationships at work never work out, but I never felt like this before. When I got home, I spent hours scouring Facebook for his name. Would he spell it Tyrone Or Ty? Would it be his full name or something with his initials with a "Suave" or "Bands" at the end of it? Hours later, I finally found it. His cover photo was a picture of two young boys who looked exactly like him. My heart stopped. I found myself scrolling the whole night. Looking through all his posts. Photos. Friend lists. I found out that his mother died and he loved his cousins dearly. I found out that there were two boys in the picture. I couldn't tell if they were his kids or brothers, but both were likely at that point. I found out that he loved Loubitons and wanted to buy some one day. I found out that he was a person with the same interests as mine. That meant that it was destined to be. Did we like the same food? Music? Have the same dreams? All things I had to find out.
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The Boy With The Face Tattoo
General FictionAt first sight, the boy with the tattoo on his face was everything I dreamed of. How could I have known it would have ended up like this?
