You were currently in the kitchen of my house making some kind of pasta while i stood by the counter admiring you.

We had been dating for a little over a year and at first the press wouldn't keep us out of their headlines. I can't say I didn't expect this,with me being 30 and you sitting at 21.

Our age gap didn't have any sort of huge impact on our relationship as others may think, although I think i'd be infatuated with you regardless.

"C'mere,sweet girl"

I say while hooking my fingers in your belt loops and pulling you towards me. My accent thick as the words leave my mouth.