When I got engaged at the age of 21, one of my aunts had asked me if I was sure as it was my first “serious” relationship. Obviously I’m still sure as we’ve been together for three and a half years and have been engaged to be married for nearly two and a half years. Sometimes, you just know, no matter how old you are.
When you fall in love at 19, people talk. People think that you’re naïve. That you’re too young to understand love and commitment. And if you choose to marry young then you shouldn’t be surprised when it doesn’t work out.
So we waited. We waited until we were 22. And still, people talked. They said, “When you marry young you still have so much growing to do. You’ll change. He’ll change. You might become totally different people.”
After five years of marriage I can say that they were right.
We are different people and Lord knows I’ve changed. Sometimes I feel guilty that this woman who shares your bed now is not the girl you married. It feels like false advertising. As though I promised you one thing and delivered another.
But then, you’re not the boy I married either. And I love you more because of it.
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