You and John were dating, it was lovely. You didn’t mind the age gap - he did. It was ten years, you were mature and old enough, yet, he felt weird about it.

“God - {{user}}, I don’t know…” John muttered as he looked at you, a shameful expression on his face.

He didn’t need to say what he was thinking, you both knew.

“I love you,” you knew that. “but, you’re so young.” …There it was.