Jeremy starts, looking horror-struck. “Are you nuts? You don’t even know what I’m hiding from you.” I realize this, and yes, I feel that I am a little nuts. But I love him, and I want to know all of him. If marriage is the way for him to let me in, to prove to him I won’t leave, then I’d do it. “I don’t care what it is you’re hiding. It won’t change my feelings for you.” He suddenly appears very intense, almost as if he’s angry again. He walks closer to me, his eyes flaming with rage. He points his finger in my face, as if I’m a child. “You obviously have a lot of growing up to do if you would marry someone based solely on the unpredictable feeling of love. You’d do well to remember that in the future. This isn’t a fairy tale, Ms. Ackhart, and I’m no prince.” He moves quickly past me before I can respond, fading into the distance down the hallway before I can even process what I’d want to say.
