My relationship with Dustin

Dustin was my last boyfriend that school year. He was intelligent, funny, sweet, and adorable. My own redheaded boyfriend. He put his hands on my ass once, but he never tried anything again after I told him how uncool that was. I would have stayed with him if there wasn't so much pressure from my friends to leave him so I could have a summer fling after that school year. Two months, then I foolishly dumped him. He brought me a rose and drew me a picture.