4 years of fighting to be together.
4 years of an age difference between us.
2 years of your father forbidding you to see me, which meant 2 years of us sneaking around.
2 years since you have started college 3 hours away. 8 breaks that we have tried to spend as much as we could together.
Now you’re 22 and I want nothing but you.
After 4 years I can’t imagine not spending the next 78 years or more with you.
But now that you are 22 you can’t seem to remember everything we have been through in the last 4 years.
I thought that you loved me.
I guess the math just didn’t add up in your mind.
But these past 4 years will always be the only years that will ever matter to me.