Faked Disappearance, Real Love's End

A month after my boyfriend "went missing," I unexpectedly bumped into him at a bar.

He was completely unharmed, bragging to his friends. "My girlfriend is way too clingy, so I needed to teach her a lesson. Plus, my best bro Keegan is playing along."

I didn't burst into tears, nor did I have a meltdown. Instead, I pretended I hadn't seen or heard a thing and quietly went home.

When Beckham called Keegan for an update, I was straddling Keegan's lap. "Focus, honey. Don't get distracted."

Keegan hung up the phone immediately.

As for Beckham? Let him stay missing—forever missing from my world.