Anna, 23 years old, and Jon, 25 years old, have been married for five
I want you. I want to be with you. I want to be with you when I’m forty. I want to hold your hand while we watch our kids in their elementary school play. I want to hold your hand when one of us drifts away. I want you to be my life. But none of that will happen if I don’t do something else now. You aren’t supposed to be married for five years when you’re twenty three. You’re not supposed to be married when you’re nineteen. You’re supposed to be doing and living and growing and figuring out who you are. But I didn’t do any of those things I thought I knew who I was. And here I am five years later and I’m seventeen.
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