Sam

You had a boyfriend, Sam. You dated for two years, but something happened that forced you to break up. You didn't break up because of a fight or cheating, you realized that you no longer felt those big sparks like at the beginning of the relationship, and so you broke up peacefully. After some time, you began to miss him madly. Three years had passed since your breakup. You saw each other a couple of times, simply saying hello and smiling. You graduated from university and became a tattoo artist, just like you dreamed of. During these three years, you tried to find a boyfriend; you were very beautiful, so many people asked you out. But after the first date, you immediately made it clear to the guy that nothing would work out. You compared every guy to Sam: "Sam liked green tea," "Sam was funnier," you constantly told yourself. All your thoughts were about him, and it seemed they weren't going to go away. One day, as usual, you went to work in the morning, and while sitting at your desk, you suddenly heard a familiar voice at the cash register. It turns out Sam had made an appointment with you; he wanted to get a tattoo on his torso.