Blue Box

My name is Clara. I live alone in a one bed, one bathroom, one story apartment. I’ve never had much luck finding a boyfriend, no matter how much I want one. My whole life I have gone without being held by another person. Without being touched so softly. Without someones soft, gentle lips pressed against mine. . .Maybe it’s because I always talk back to them and am apparently a smart a**. That’s what most guys say. This story isn’t really a ‘love story.’ It’s basically how I met the man I’d been waiting for my whole life.