Simp No More, Thanks
In eight years together, my boyfriend—Shayne Raffield—blocked me eighty-eight times.
This time? Because I missed his call. At my best friend's birthday party.
Usually, I'd panic-order a gift, then stand outside his office, head down, ready to beg.
But today? I blocked him first.
The Chat Feed popped up, loud as ever:
[Nooo, Ley-Bae, don't block Shay-Shay! He's just got abandonment issues. Comfort him!]
[Shay's heart = shattered; Eyes = red. Ley, go! One pout and he's yours again!]
Then Shayne called.
Didn't say a word. Just breathed for ten seconds and hung up.
The Chat Feed freaked out.
[AHHHH SHAY LOVES LEY SO MUCH HE JUST SUCKS AT SAYING IT. THIS COWARD'S GONNA LOSE HIS GIRL.]