That's a suspicious looking tattoo on the palm of your hand...
You are an observer!
Apart from the girls I met over time, and my current wife, no one had ever been interested in this... Forty years ago, in a diner, on that palm a person wrote me a sentence accompanied by that little heart ... That same evening I had to leave for Friuli, where at that time I was doing military service, and in the following days I realized that while the sentence had obviously disappeared with the washing, that little heart strangely resisting.
I thought it was a nice thing to have a friend go over it with a needle and ink. In those years there were several guys in the barracks who dabbled with self-made tools consisting of a Bic pen, a needle and a battery-powered motor.
The following Monday, the author of the sentence went off in a car accident, she was wearing headphones on her motorbike, while the light turned green she did not hear the siren of the fire trucks coming from the cross road.
This is the story of Sara's heart, sorry if I was long-winded.