Our own families have spent hours begging us to choose between each other and them.
My parents are terrified of the thought that he will pass away around the time they do, and I'll be left alone.
Fast-forward five years and I am insanely in love with this man.
I had never dated an older man nor did I ever imagine I would (although I did always find Harrison Ford more attractive than Chace Crawford, so maybe it has been inside me all along).
You never know who you’ll see out and about in my city and I also just enjoy myself better if I feel proud of my appearance. And yet, it’s kind of fair; he couldn’t have been sure I wouldn’t be weird, wouldn’t do something uncouth or dramatic. Chocolate chip eyes, olive complexion, a mess of dark, long wild hair all over the place. I always get a little flustered when I see him and do weird stuff like spilling beer all over him, having awkward first dates with other men while sitting next to The Centaur the whole time, tripping over my feet like an idiot or accidentally sending him texts about himself meant for my besties. Later, I went up to the front of the crowd to enjoy the last band. He said something to me along the lines of “My friend wanted to know who I was flirting with and I was like ‘Oh, that’s just Mama Bear’ and she was like, ‘THAT’S Mama Bear? I had such a good time, and I will never forget the night, even long after the Wild Animal is gone, which he surely will be some day.
But Tim is young at heart and I have an old soul, so we meet in the middle (I'm now 26; he is 52).
He spends weekends jumping out of airplanes, and I spend them reading a book at the drop zone waiting for him to land.
Right now, we are exactly where we are supposed to be in this world — next to each other — and that is where we are going to stay.
I was feeling so sorry for him, going over there cooking and cleaning for him. If he wants to do that shouldnt he go somewhere else.
Our hearts have shattered over the complicated nature of our relationship, but they have mended with the ease and joy of our love.