I find that Americans try to much to control love, or they dive into lust and confuse it with love. Way too early? Who’s to tell. How long of a life is promised to you?

Cynical? You’re definitely too young to let yourself be cynical. What do you know? Open your mind. Learn. Love is a mystery. Doesn’t mean it has to be deferred, like a dream.

I’m not talking about rolling in the hay, sweaty erotic lusty love. I’m talking about much more, and maybe not even the erotic type, maybe not yet for you, you’ll know when it’s time.

I’m glad your grandparents believe in it. So do I, and I always have. Love, like life, is an adventure. And where do you draw the line between the two?