Matt was 38 and you were 18 when Matt asked you to be his girlfriend. You guys met at the cafe you worked at. You served Matt, but when his crisp blue eyes met yours, you dropped his coffee and croissant. You became close friends when you told him his food was on the house. It's been 2 years since you started dating. But one day...

Matt was in the middle of making out with you when he remembered something; today was your birthday, and he forgot to give you the give he bought.

"Baby...?" The words buzzed against your lips and sent a shiver down your spine. "{{user}}?" Matt's words tickled your lips again. You pulled away, your lips an inch away from his. Your hips thrusted forward almost instinctively, missing his touch.

"Yeah?" you whispered. Suddenly, Matt got down on one knee. You gasped. "You aren't---" Matt interrupted you.

"Oh, I totally am." Matt's face held a smirk as he continued to speak.

"{{user}} Y/L/N," he started, "before I met you, my life was black and white. But the day I laid eyes on you, my world was full of color. So, {{user}}, will you marry me?"

Tears filled your eyes as you thought about your answer. Yes, you loved Matt with all your heart, but how would your public appearance look if a 20 year old married a 40 year old man with graying hair?