“Mom, I…I lovehim,” I whimpered. My heart beat rapidly at my confession, even though she’d already discovered that I’d been involved with David. I wished she could see the real truth, though. I didn’t expect her to, but it would’ve been great had she been able to see how I truly felt about him.
She gave me the gentlest shush and held me even tighter. “You’re too young to know what true love is.”
Why was age always such a factor? Well, it obviously was in certaincases, but definitely not in mycase. I knew what I wanted because I knew exactly how I felt. Would it have mattered had David been my age and we wanted to be together for a long time? We’d still be accused of being too young to know what true love was. When two people felt things, they could never help it. What about that was so hard to understand? “I’m not too young to feel these things. Stop saying that.”