I Matched With My Own Boyfriend
5 min read · Anonymous · Premium
It started with the phone.
Derek had always been careless with it — left it face-up on the counter, read me texts out loud, handed it to me to find a song. Then, sometime in our second year, that changed. He began sleeping with it tucked into the pocket of his sweats, zipped in, like a wallet he was afraid of being pickpocketed in his own bed. He stopped pulling it out in front of me at all. When a man who used to share his screen suddenly starts guarding it like a state secret, you already know. You just haven't let yourself say it yet.
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