His possessiveness felt stifling. I explained, “But I don’t belong to you, Jeff, and I never will.”
“I know,” he agreed reluctantly.
“Why do you love me?” I coolly asked him.
“Why are you asking?” he said, puzzled.
“I want to know.”
Jeff put his best case forward. “I love you because your heart and your feelings for me are so strong. You want me for who I am, not for what I can do for you or give to you. I love you because when you smile, my day is brighter. I love you because you’re the most intelligent woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of kissing. You’re the most beautiful and sweetest woman I’ve ever known.”
Although he said these complimentary, compelling things, something just didn’t make sense to me. Why would he be so enamored of a mere college student, with limited life experi
