When we first met, she was 16 and I was 19. I didn’t know how old she was until after we exchanged quite a few messages. She was so well-spoken and articulate with her words and passionate and opinionated and intelligent and just WONDERFUL, and so different from anyone I had ever met. I’ll admit, the age difference concerned me at first. I thought, I’ve been out of high school for two years and she’s got two years left, how the hell could this possibly work? But then I realized that there is so much more to a person than just what level of schooling they’re at. School is obviously a huge priority to both of us, but because we want to get degrees and jobs to support ourselves and the ones we love. She’s not engaged in high school drama. We talk about the drama in her life, but only about legitimate things that affect her on a personal level, not “oh my god, who’s dating who?”. And we don’t just talk about high school and college. We talk about our career goals, our political opinions, our morals, our families, our hopes for our lives, our biggest dreams, our fears, our insecurities, love, heartbreak, movies, books, celebrities, and all sorts of things. We love all the same music. We’re subscribed to all the same channels on YouTube. We have identical texting styles. We’re both night owls. We hate mornings. We’re obsessed with Taco Bell and Starbucks. We can’t wait to be done with school and working at jobs we love. We both want to live in California. We want a baby when we’re much older. When I talk to her, I never find myself thinking about how much younger she is (which, by the way, isn’t very much, as she’ll be 18 in September), I find myself thinking about how deep and fascinating and smart she is. We don’t run out of things to talk about, but we can sit in silence and be completely comfortable. There is no pressure, no big expectations, just complete understanding. We help each other through rough things in our personal lives. We both have jobs so we talk about co-workers and long shifts and paychecks. We have cats and we make them greet each other over Skype. We online shop together. We have so much in common on both superficial and deep emotional levels. It isn’t just someone who is in college dating someone who is in high school. It’s a person dating a person. It’s legal, it’s consensual, and it’s not going to go anywhere. She’s my whole world, and I’m going to marry her. I don’t expect most people to understand, but we understand, and that’s all that matters. Our relationship is ours, and we have never once felt the need for validation. We’re happy, our families are happy for us, our friends are happy, everyone that truly matters is happy. She’s different. I can’t explain it in a way that anyone could ever understand. But a small part of me doesn’t want to. I just want to embrace the uniqueness of it all. I love her, and that’s all that matters.
You are the most perfect human being that has ever walked the face of this earth. I love you and I love the amazing relationship that we share. I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.