The Boyfriend

by Freida McFadden

I’m terrified that the moment I get her alone, I will wrap my fingers around her pretty, white neck and squeeze the life out of her.

Even though I think about Daisy every moment of every day, I don’t want to get to know Daisy’s parents. I don’t want to spend time with them. Especially not her father. I’ll be happy if Daisy’s father and I never have a conversation again for the rest of my life.

Why is dating so hard? Why can’t I just find a great guy, marry him, and live happily ever after? Is that really too much to ask for?

Ninety percent of my social life these days consists of drinking coffee with friends. But oh well. There are worse things.

What’s the point of being in a relationship with somebody you never see?

Sorry :(