He loved Kayla in the way one loves a small child or an injured puppy. He loved her, not because she was the right girl for him, but because he was the right one for her. He loved her because she was magnetic with gossamer wings and because on Mondays she smelled like Chanel No. 5 and roses and he loved her because he was supposed to, which is really no kind of love at all. Perhaps, he even didn’t know this. It is unlikel...