We talk in terms of a permanent "we"—weshould buy a house, we want to live by the ocean at some point in our lives.That said, while I know our love is real, because of the age difference and kids question, we're both skittish about talking about the future in definite terms. But I am also okay with not knowing—I know it's enough for today that he and I love each other. Although it's cliché, he loves like he can't get hurt, and seeing that has taught me a lesson I needed to learn.I was pretty sure I was going to spend the rest of my life alone, and I'd made my peace with that.I'd gone on enough dates that didn't lead anywhere—often with much more age-appropriate matches than Mike—and I just didn't see the point in pretending we were something we weren't.Mike's eyes widened—and then he started revealing some deep stuff about himself, too.He told me about how his best friend had died in a drowning accident in college, and how much that tragedy still affected him, six years later. It wasn't until the next day that my friend revealed he was only 25. Meanwhile, I wanted to slide under the table and disappear. He obliged, and as we clinked glasses, I guessed he was in his early 30s.
I didn't know them personally, but I was pretty sure none of them had been divorced—which I had by time I was their age.Even his mother approves of us, saying that Mike has always been one to follow his heart. My dad has no idea how old Mike is, and while my mom knows he's younger, she's never asked for details. Although he says having children isn't important to him and that he'd still feel fulfilled without kids, I don't believe him.But they've seen how skittish I am about romance, so I think they're just happy that I'm happy. That's actually one of our biggest fights—and where the age-difference thing comes out in full force.I used to think of it as this be-all, end-all—you either had the happily-ever-after or it would never work out.But being in an in-between state with Mike—I very much love him, yet understand that neither of us knows our ending—has made it increasingly clear that love isn't that simple.
I've always tended to get along better with people a decade or so younger than me—peg it to my being single with no kids as well as a At the party, I flirted with the handsome man making a rum and coke in the kitchen, asking if he could whip one up for me, too.