He is the youngest man I’ve ever even considered being with. By a lot. Large age gaps have always been my thing, right from my first adult-male crush, to the first man I lost my virginity to. I’m attracted to everything about older men, however, mostly it’s the emotional maturity they carry that comes only from life experiences.
He is the first man I’ve met who is very close to my own age, who carries that same wisdom. Yes, there are still glimpses of the growth He still needs to endure, however, as I was driving this morning, it occurred to me that I want to be there to see that growth. To share in it with Him. To see Him become the Man He will be. Never have I wanted that before. I’ve always wanted to meet Men after they’ve been through that particularly messy stage of growth in their lives. This time though… this time is different. I want to bear witness to it. I want to see Him become the Man I see in Him already, that He just doesn’t know is there yet. No, it’s not about trying to make Him what I want Him to be. He will be who He is, of that I have no doubt. It’s the unveiling. I want to be front row, centre stage, to see Him meet Himself. His biggest fan ☺️
How magical that would be.
