The best boyfriend I ever had drove a pickup truck and wore wranglers without irony.
He kissed me hard and twirled me in a two-step by the lake. We found each other to be more than a little amusing, but our affection never ran deep.
As far as I could tell, we had only one similar interest and no mutual friends. We made about two months of memories that still bring a smile to my face, and when it was over it was over. Without fanfare or tears.
He was a good person and so was I. When we see each other now - every half decade or so - we hug and say "It's nice to see you," and it's genuine.
His imprint on my heart is feather light. But he's still the best boyfriend I ever had.