Youthful Marriage.
Tonight I was driving home listening to Cosmo Radio (real food for thought...) and they were discussing what the 'rush' to the alter was all about and that age is a large factor in divorse. This got me a pondering...
Do you know how many people give me funny looks once they find out I'm engaged (with a real ring and no baby) and then find out that I am only 20 (and not Southern)?!? I get the dirtiest looks. I get the oddest looks. I get the pitiest looks. I get the shocked looks. Very rarely do I get excited looks, accepting looks, congradualtory looks.
Well, I know it's odd. I know that Allen and I aren't the norm. I know that we are oddballs by societies standards. We're 20. Getting married. Actually love each other. No obligation. Just a want to be together forever. Why is that so hard for people to comprehend? Is it that far out?
But, you also have to consider that Allen and I have been together since we were 15. We're going on 5 years. We had breaks from one another. We dated other people. We saw the 'greener grass' and you know what? At the end of each and every day, we have wanted each other. Always have. In three years, we've spent maybe a total of 5 nights away from each other.
When you think we are weird, that we are oddballs, that we are making a mistake, remember these few things...
I want to be with him forever. I want to wake up next to him, and fall asleep with him every day. I want to be wrinkly with him. I want to have babies with him. I want to help him through the bitches of life. I want to celebrate our 60th anniversary. I want to die with him Notebook style, because I don't think I can live to the fullest without him.
Even the worst days with him are a million times better then the days without him. I love him beyond words, time, measure, anything. I am one of those sappy fucks. I believe in our future. I know it's what we're supposed to do.
Until you know honest to god true love, you'll think I'm nuts. But, when you look at someone and after 5, 10, 15, 20, 2432 years, and your heart still skips a beat, and you still have butterflies, I won't judge you. I'll know exactally what you mean.
Do you know how many people give me funny looks once they find out I'm engaged (with a real ring and no baby) and then find out that I am only 20 (and not Southern)?!? I get the dirtiest looks. I get the oddest looks. I get the pitiest looks. I get the shocked looks. Very rarely do I get excited looks, accepting looks, congradualtory looks.
Well, I know it's odd. I know that Allen and I aren't the norm. I know that we are oddballs by societies standards. We're 20. Getting married. Actually love each other. No obligation. Just a want to be together forever. Why is that so hard for people to comprehend? Is it that far out?
But, you also have to consider that Allen and I have been together since we were 15. We're going on 5 years. We had breaks from one another. We dated other people. We saw the 'greener grass' and you know what? At the end of each and every day, we have wanted each other. Always have. In three years, we've spent maybe a total of 5 nights away from each other.
When you think we are weird, that we are oddballs, that we are making a mistake, remember these few things...
I want to be with him forever. I want to wake up next to him, and fall asleep with him every day. I want to be wrinkly with him. I want to have babies with him. I want to help him through the bitches of life. I want to celebrate our 60th anniversary. I want to die with him Notebook style, because I don't think I can live to the fullest without him.
Even the worst days with him are a million times better then the days without him. I love him beyond words, time, measure, anything. I am one of those sappy fucks. I believe in our future. I know it's what we're supposed to do.
Until you know honest to god true love, you'll think I'm nuts. But, when you look at someone and after 5, 10, 15, 20, 2432 years, and your heart still skips a beat, and you still have butterflies, I won't judge you. I'll know exactally what you mean.