Hope you guys don't mind a post, I'm new here.
So, I guess the basic facts go as follows: I'm twenty, an aspiring artist/college student with a less than stable personality, he's just turned sixty, the all-around good guy, never married, who, at this late point in life, has given up any hope for greater achievement, and the two of us, as you have probably already guessed, are in love. Goddamn crazy, no? Well, crazy as it is, it exists, and has for the last two years. I genuinly love him, and yes, I most certianly do know - have learned the hard way, in fact - the difference between love and infatuation. That isn't to say that we haven't had our fits, screaming "you're too young!" "you're too old!" back and forth till we're both hoarse accross an apartment; we're certainly not perfect, but we work. You see, I find it amazing that the two of us can sit down, have a passionate conversation - over politics, or art, or even just a movie, and then make the most amazing love. Where the problems kicks in, in my oppinnion, is not actually an internal part of the relationship, it's having friends as a couple, and being accepted by our family and friends, and being able to go out to dinner with out feeling like we're violating some sort of law. There's also, on the more morbid side, what happens to me after he's gone? There is also the silent issue of marrage that looms continually over us.
See my confusion? I'd love anyone's input. Thanks.
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