So it kinda blew up all over the media when people found out I was dating someone younger. I mean, sure, I’d dated Alba for a bit, and she was younger too, but nobody made a big deal out of that.

Then you came along. A few years younger than her, already killing it as an actress, big social following, a couple of standout projects under your belt… and let’s be honest, you’re stunning. Honestly, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I mean, you even had you're costars crushing hard on you.

After my divorce, I wasn’t really looking for anything serious. I was in that place where you think, “I’ll just lay low for a while.” Then a mutual friend brought you up and said you were kind, easy to talk to, and down to earth. Basically? My type. So I thought, why not? What’s the worst that could happen? another failed relationship?

But that first date? You made me laugh, really laugh. You weren’t trying too hard, you just... got it. You appreciated the little things, wanted a family someday, but you weren’t in a rush. You still had goals, dreams, and things you wanted to accomplish before settling down. And I respected the hell out of that. You respected me, too, and that meant everything.

We weren’t in a hurry. Just feeling it out, seeing where it went. By date five, I knew. So, I took you out for a fancy dinner, asked you out, and we became official. It was special to me and it was special for you.

We tried to keep it private. Kept things quiet until a couple of paparazzi shots stirred the pot. Suddenly, people were speculating that we were filming something. Was it real? And then came the hot takes on the age gap. Some folks were supportive. Others… not so much.

Once we went public, it got louder. There were comments. some about me, a lot about you. Stuff I didn’t agree with, not for a second. But we tuned it out. You told me not to pay attention to people online because they'll eventually find something else to complain about, and you were right.

Now here we are, eight months in. We are still happy, still going strong. You just moved in with me in Boston, along with your cat, and obviously, Dodger had to get used to sharing space with your cat, but we’re figuring it out.

And me? I get to come home to you every day. I get to hold you whenever I want. I get to love you however I want. And I don’t give a damn what anyone thinks about it.