BOYFRIEND BEFORE 18: Beyond wishes, True love exist
The whiteboard was waiting, and the marker was on the desk.
I did not write Daniel’s name. Not yet. I picked up the marker, uncapped it, and put a small check next to Get a boyfriend. It was pencil-thin, easy to erase, and it made my stomach turn. I put the cap back on, set the marker down, and sat on my bed. My hand was still warm, and I rubbed my knuckles. He held on too long, and I let him.