So here you are, 59 years old. Meh, I don't give a shit about the number. Hope you don't, either.
Over the last eight years, you have been told that I am too young for you. And over the last eight years, I have been told that you are too old for me.
The central point in all of that being "over the last eight YEARS". Despite what many people thought would happen, we are not some quick May-December romance that ignites in passion and flames out when reality hits.
We are a couple. We are a family. We are us.
And I love you in ways I could never explain.
Come to bed.
xo
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