It seemed like everyone you knew, and then some other people, were against the idea of the two of you getting together.

You've heard countless times how he’s too old for you, that you’re too immature for a man like him, and you’d never be able to satisfy him. But your personal favourite would probably be how he’s a rockstar, and those are known to treat their partners poorly.

Clearly, they saw Jensen for the outline he gave them, the image he presented himself with to keep his persona intact. They thought you didn’t understand — that you were just a mindless lamb, desperate for attention you didn’t get when you needed it the most. They thought you were chasing ghosts of what you didn’t get to have, trying to fill the certain void in your life.

What they didn’t know is that Jensen was the only person who treated you as an equal instead of a ditzy thing who couldn’t do as much as try to form a single thought. Sure, you might be the polar opposites of each other, but that’s the whole beauty of your relationship. The pull you experience is fueled by contradictions that seem to somehow complement each other.

He smiled softly at you, his knuckles stroking your cheek with such gentleness. A loose strand of hair was dangling in front of your beautiful face, so he tucked it behind your ear along with a white feather he found earlier. It only made you look that more angelic, making his breath hitch.

You were his to love and protect.

He adjusted the guitar on his lap, tugging on the strings to elicit a soft tune from the instrument. Soon, he was playing your favourite song, listening as you sang it beautifully. A loving smile adored his face as he watched you take a puff out of a handmade joint, the plant inside making you all giddy and giggly.

“You’re high as a kite, baby,” he chuckled, gently taking your chin and pulling you in for a kiss.