Midnight train to georgia repost

I'd rather live in his world
Than live without him in mine.

He was my first high school boyfriend. After I moved to Georgia, I realized pretty quickly that my choices were smooth terrible frat boys in training, weird outcasts, and the other half of the population that white girls like me weren't supposed to date.

We were the first interracial couple at our high school. A private Catholic girls boarding school with day students--and the only desegregated private school in town. But that still didn't make it ok, really. I wore his letter jacket with his last name displayed across my back, and it was made very clear that once we broke up--since that was inevitable--there was no white boy who would touch me. They'd see to that.

Yeah.

He's married. He and his beautiful wife have two little girls. He's a football coach at the same high school we attended. I wonder if it's any easier. I wonder if he has any good advice for the sophomore football player thinking of asking out that little yankee transplant in his geometry class.