The Almost Dream Boy

Part 3

He's the kind of boy that parents have nightmares about. Piercings, graduating, many sexual partners. Randomly showed up on our couch one day and won't ever be back again. I managed to fall for him again—and, of course, harder than ever. I've been told flat out that "it cant work out between us." I said fuck you, then took it back and said fuck me. Oops. Regardless, he's gone like he usually is and I'm a last priority—and he doesn't care about either. This is the end of the almost dream boy.