"No." He shook his head, still trying to convince me, but perhaps himself at this point, "That movie! The way you were with that boy."
"You're right." I nodded, "There was chemistry there. It was a soft slow part of the scene, he was young and cute and sweet and I let myself enjoy it. But I enjoyed him, not him thinking of you."
"But," He stopped and I had to force myself not to go to him when a single tear trickled down each side of his face. "It's not right and it's not fair."
"We agree it's not right." I stood my ground acting as if I were unaffected by his tears, "Why isn't it fair?"
"Those guys who don't care about you, you can do all those things with them and that boy? You loved him, mom, you really loved him." He swallowed hard and finished in a choking sob, "But you won't love
