“Well, then they must’ve not had the real love that we had,” I shrugged. “Or the real obsession,” she responded curtly. “Excuse you?” My pissy attitude came right on back. “Obsession,” she reiterated challenging me. “Sheena, everything you’ve described so far sounds like an obsession. He’s powerful and untouchable. You can’t even find the words to describe him. You worship him as if he’s your God.”
