Today I found
out that my boyfriend was 14, not 15 like I thought. Then I
figured out that I was a whole year and 11 months older than him.
When I found this out I freaked out, not because he was so young,
because I was so old.
He started to get a little upset and his cousins’ joked around saying that I’d probably break up with him because of it.
I rested my head on his shoulder and he gently rested his on mine. He nudged me with his nose and I looked up at him. The look in his eyes was heart stopping.
I asked him what was wrong and he whispered to me that he was worried that I would break up with him because of that. My heart stopped.
I reached up at put my hand on his cheek and gave him a kiss.
"Never. Age isn't important, it's the amount of love that I have for you. And with the amount I have, I wont leave you. Ever." I replied.
He started to get a little upset and his cousins’ joked around saying that I’d probably break up with him because of it.
I rested my head on his shoulder and he gently rested his on mine. He nudged me with his nose and I looked up at him. The look in his eyes was heart stopping.
I asked him what was wrong and he whispered to me that he was worried that I would break up with him because of that. My heart stopped.
I reached up at put my hand on his cheek and gave him a kiss.
"Never. Age isn't important, it's the amount of love that I have for you. And with the amount I have, I wont leave you. Ever." I replied.
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