God is an iron

I have met my ideal man. He has met his ideal woman. We have so much in common it's getting to be a little uncanny. The standing joke has become "Oh no, not you too, again!"

There's just one little detail that's a small issue...he's 22. Where this is going, neither one of us knows, but hey, we're both Old Souls, and we turn into teenagers when we're around each other, so I guess we've got something good going on. We'll worry about the age difference when it becomes something to worry about.

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