I would like to start by saying that my post is not the least bit related to the title (maybe it is a little). I haven't even thought much about the that sentence. I don't even think I agree with it. I just thought it seemed pretty.
There is a couple. The boyfriend becomes jealous (obviously) when his girlfriend goes about flirting and kissing other guys.
Only he has the right to do that with her. He is the only one who can touch her. He has claimed her as his.
Just the way, there is another boyfriend who indulges in domestic violence. He hits his girlfriend when she forgets to order a double cheese pizza instead of single. But just the same, he cannot bear to see any other man even grip his girlfriend's arm a little tighter than usual so it hurts her in the least.
Only he has the right to hit her. He is the only one who can touch her.
He doesn't think twice when that blow bruises or the words sting but when he sees some other person hurt her in any way he will automatically become defensive and protect her.
Isn't this funny?
Of course, this whole post is only a metaphor of my father.
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