There was a boy I once dated, lets call him Jacob (because that was the name he answered to).

I wanted him because he was respected among all the idiots in highschool as well as the witty guys who hung out in the library, who thought politics and philosophy was a humorous sport. He made my older brother silent. He smiled at me like I was pretty and he had a strange laugh.

I know he had a rough batch of love after we left each other. I know he is happy now and is a teacher.
I don't look him up in google.
I feel that I am a better person for having known him - perhaps not as well as I wished, but at least as intimately as I knew how at the time.

I forget what he looks like.