![]() I felt shaken to imagine him not actually being there, with no chance of us ever getting back together again, but I was stubborn so I told him, no, he should go. He said he would cancel all of his plans at that moment, and would not leave if I even showed him one small sign I might still love him. He took me out to dinner a few months later and said he was moving to Florida. I still loved him, but I wanted to move on with my life because I was still resentful because I had gotten hurt. It broke my heart and was one of the saddest, most difficult times of my life.Ī little over a year later, Jon called me and came by my apartment and told me he realized he made the worst mistake of his life, he knew that I was the one, and asked me to take him back. However, he thought he was not ready to settle down so he broke up with me. I moved to Raleigh to live closer to him and I was sure that we were going to get married. He and I both even loved Elvis Presley! I knew when I was 18 years old that this was the man I wanted to marry, but it took four years of friendship and a lot of prayers and persistence before we ever started dating.Īfter my senior year, we dated seriously for two years. He was the most gorgeous, charming, funny, perfect guy I had ever met. There were times when he was talking that I would get so lost in his blue eyes that I couldn’t even hear what he was saying. I still remember every moment like it was yesterday. We connected on many levels and learned everything about each other. We got to know each other and spent countless hours talking in my dorm room. After I ran into him a few days later I realized I was wrong and he had been telling me the truth. I thought he was making it up that he lived in the same dorm, so when he walked me to the door of my room I unlocked the door, quickly said thank you, slammed the door in his face, and locked it. All I could hear in my head was my grandmother warning me about boys I would meet in college. ![]() We talked and laughed the rest of the night, and then he offered to walk me back to my dorm. Jon jumped in next to me on the dancefloor at a popular club on West Market Street. We met a few weeks after I started college at UNCG in 1994 on a Wednesday night.
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