All my life I have read about forbidden love, I have even watched them in movies, tv-series, and heard them in songs but never have I ever imagined it to be real let alone see it happening to me.
Sometime in the early period of the year, I attended an event I was invited to, actually, someone paid for me to attend the event. It was there I met Ryan.
Ryan is a bright, cool and interesting young man, he appears quite mature and knowledgeable. We met there attending the same conference at the large event because the event is hosted in such a way that 20 conference sessions can be going on at the same time, you just have to choose which of the conference you would like to attend at that slated time.
So fortunately for us, we chose unplanned, unexpected and unknown to attend the same conference on that faithful day.
At the end of the talk session, I walked up to the speaker to exchange pleasantries and commend her for her speech/talk and there was Ryan. We all spoke and exchanged contacts, apparently, we had quite a number of interests that aligned and that got us talking more.
Little did I know these little greetings and pleasantries were going to escalate so quickly it might appear one was standing on a quick sand.
Unfortunately for me that fateful day on my way home my phone was stolen, I lost contacts, couldn’t reach out to anyone at the event and was unable to finish up the conference as I was busy trying to recover my phone lines.
My name is Tiffany and if there is anything I have waited for and looked forward to most of my bright and wise teenage years, it was to be able to love someone I could hold an intellectual conversation with someone who wouldn’t feel less of who they are or back down when the conversation gets intense.
Ryan was that person for me, very quickly we became gist buddies and check up partners. He would send his work for me to review, I would send mine before I finally deliver, work and general things were like that between us.
Nights rolled over into days and weeks and months. We would gist for hours unend and argue over things but will politely defend each of our points/views.
One faithful day, Ryan needed me to help adjust and proofread a document so he sent it over to me and unfortunately this document had details of his birthday and other personal information.
The first thing my sight caught was his date of birth and I was shocked to my bone marrow. He is a child, were the first set of words I could find to speak.
How did we get here? I pondered
I am 10 years older than him, what exactly do I do with this? I kept asking myself over and again with no response.
A part of me is relieved I found out so early, another part regretted ever knowing but the true question here is what do I do with this forbidden fruit when it is fiercely calling out to me.
I know age should never be a barrier but is 10 years older from a woman never really a barrier?
Help me out, what do I do?
