I'm young in all the ways that draw attention, speculation and judgment but not in the ways that matter. I'm sure you know of my past. I don't know if you were given the gory details or a sugar-coated version but I was forced into adulthood early. I love my friends to death but there are times when I can't even fathom what they are talking about. It's so trivial to me. She is never trivial. She...excites me mentally, I don't feel like I need to prove I'm not a child to her, she never talks to me as though I'm not on the level, yet at the same time she's showing me how to have fun. I love her like I never thought I would be able to love anyone and no matter what happens I'm for her until the day she says she doesn't want me anymore. So whether you approve of me or not, I don't care.
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