“You know, we never really talked about this, Daniel. Maybe we should set rules.” He studied my expression. “Okay.” “So what rules do you want?” I asked. “You really want to know?” “Yes.” “I want to be your boyfriend.” It punched me right in the heart, and my stomach did a somersault. But my brain shot it down. He wants to be my boyfriend? Why? I’m too old. Too old for him anyway. I live too far away, our lives are too different. What did he want with me? It was almost naïvely sweet. Like when a kid says they want to be an astronaut or a ballerina when they grow up. And then of course you get
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