Why do you love me?

When I was a little girl, I asked my grandfather why he loved me.

"I just do," he said simply.

And then I grew up and I was 18 when my then boyfriend asked me that same question.

I gave him the same answer my grandfather gave me.

But it was not good enough an answer for him.

I was disappointed, really.

My grandfather didn't need reasons to love me, as I didn't need reasons to love my boyfriend.

But if that was not a good enough answer for him, I didn't wonder why I was never good enough for him.