I’d mentioned having a serious relationship in college that ended badly, but I’d kept the details vague.
What I should have explained is that Marcus Rodriguez had been my first real love. The man who taught me what passion felt like, but also what heartbreak could do to a person.
Marcus was magnetic in a way that’s hard to describe.
He had the kind of confidence that filled a room, the ability to make everyone around him feel like they were part of something special just by being in his presence.
When he focused his attention on you, it was intoxicating.
Our relationship had been intense from the beginning, full of grand gestures and dramatic declarations.
Marcus would surprise me with weekend trips to Chicago or New York, would send flowers to my apartment for no reason.
He was ambitious and driven, already networking with successful business people, already making plans to start his own company after graduation.
