Aaaaayyy

So...there's this boy.

He's kind of, really hot.

He's also kind of, really old.

It shouldn't be a big deal though, right?

I mean...age is just a number.

But it's not. If you think about it, your age limits you to many things. It kinda defines who we are in a way. When you're under 1 year, you're adorable. When you're 2, you're terrible. (Hence- the terrible twos). When you're 5, you start school. When you're 10, you're a mess. When you're 13, you're a teenager. When you're 16, you can drive & can't be trusted. When you're 18, you're an adult and on your own. When you're 21, you can legally drink. When you're 30, you freak out. When you're 40, you're "Over the Hill". When you're 60, you're life is half over. And when you're 90...well, you get the picture.

So really age is an appropriate thing to be worried about, right?

Ugh. But what if you're in love. 

Woah- woah- woah. 

I'm not saying that I AM in love. No no no no... I'm just saying, if someone was in love...then everything else should just flow, right? So age wouldn't matter. It wouldn't even need to matter..because you have each other.

But these are just my thoughts.


And there is still a boy.