He was in love. And determined to prove it. So he went to a tattoo artist and got an estimate. Decided on wearing her phone number on his forehead and put down a down payment for the area code. Saved his money and walked out one day with three digits.
Worked diligently the whole year and got the dash and three more added. His love grew, made manifest in the sacrifices he made to cut back and save and scrounge. Many months later, he got three more added. He was one digit away from a full-blown public declaration of undying love.
And one day he walked proudly out of the tattoo parlor with the final digit in place. His first act as a fully embossed lover was to call her.
A voice mail declared:
“I’m sorry. The number you have reached has been changed. The new number is…”