I’ve seen it coming for a long time: I have fallen in love with someone “too old for me”. Not the creepy kind of age difference, but a senior dating a freshman would be “weird”. To make matters worse, he’s my best friend’s ex-boyfriend. (I’m partially responsible for their breakup; the first time I called him on my own was to apologize. My friend was secretly hanging out with her ex. He guessed, I confirmed.)
My parents can’t stand it. They say that I should be hanging out with “people my age”. They complain over and over that I don’t have “friends” my age. I’ve tried, Mom and Dad, to make friends my age. It doesn’t work.
My friends can’t stand it either. My best friend from a long time says she “couldn’t see it working between us”. My other friend (his ex) says she doesn’t care if I’m friends with him, but when she found out that we talk almost every day, she seemed a little more than shocked.
My only connection to see him in person, since my parents won’t let me go by myself, would be through his ex. He doesn’t want to be around her. I have no idea when the next time I see his face is going to be, and it hurts.
What’s worse is that by the time I’m eighteen, when I can date whoever I want, he’ll be enlisted in the army. He’ll be there for six years, possibly more. Then I’m really screwed.
He doesn’t know that I like him, and I don’t know if he likes me. I’m afraid that I’ll creep him out. He says that I’m easy to talk to, I never get on his nerves with my constant phone calls, and we can talk for hours and hours about anything and nothing: classic cartoons, life, Tim Burton, and the fact that my cat is morbidly obese. He’s also way overprotective of me and gets really mad when he thinks I’m not being treated right.
I love him, I love him, I love him.
But I don’t know if I can.