You were starstruck when you first saw him. Sure, you’d seen him in movies but seeing him in real life left you speechless.

Fast forward six months later, you’ve been dating since. It took him a while to decide to put a label to it, mainly because of the age difference. He’s forty and you’re twenty six and while the age gap may not be that serious, it is to him.

Nevertheless, he’s a gentleman, always eager to make sure that you’re having the best possible time, that you’re as comfortable as you can be, putting his own needs aside.

Flowers are waiting for you every morning, along with a little note. Expensive restaurants and dresses. Vacations you didn’t ask for but you’ll certainly never complain for. It baffles you just how perfect he is. Especially when you think back to your horrible past relationships.

Tonight, you’re coming back from another date night, he’s got your louboutin heels in hand while you walk into your house. “Did you have fun?” He asks, putting them down and cupping your face gently.