My College Boyfriend was One of the Good Guys — And That’s Why I Dumped Him
The hard lesson for a girl who didn’t know what she was doing
My entire body blushed when his face filled the screen.
Then came the ache — of reflection, self-reproach, and regret.
I still had photos of my college boyfriend, but those Kodak moments were frozen in time.
Now, after finding an old VHS tape and converting it so I could watch it on my computer, those memories were brought to life.
And there he was, alive on the screen.
As was the girl I used to be.
Dan was my first long-term boyfriend, and he was gorgeous (I knew it back then but watching him now, I really knew it).
His hair was black and wavy, his eyes blue, his arms muscular, his legs toned from basketball and tennis. He came from upstate New York and a lovely Italian family, whom I met on a visit to his hometown.
As I watched him on the video, I saw what I couldn’t see back then. The way his eyes followed me, giving away his love. The way his hand found the small of my back whenever I stood near him. The way he watched over me, wanting me to be okay.
