People often have a difficult time placing me in my biological age group. I have been told I have an old soul. I have also been told I have a deep soul. Which, I guess, is why people forget my age. I am happy about that. My age is just a number of how old my body is, not a measure of my intelligence, wisdom, soul, or my true age. I may have lived 100 past lives, I do not know. I have a friend who argues with me bitterly, though we still care for each other like brother and sister. We have even discussed the possibility that we have lived past lives as such, or lovers. It is an interesting thing to think about. Age is only a number, meaningless with the exception of indicating how precious time on this planet is.
I am a hopeless romantic, which is probably what keeps my fiance around.I love her dearly and no one will ever come between us. We act silly and weird together, and it is a true blessing to come home everyday to someone who keeps me grounded, is there to share in all the joys of my life, and keep me propped up in sorrowful times. It is equally rewarding to be there for her when she needs me and to participate in all the good things that come around to her as well.