They all told me that I need to stay away from her. Repeatedly. But I can't. I want her. She doesn't know. I don't think they've told her. They're afraid. She'd never be with me, but they think the further away from her I am the better. "It's inappropriate," they say. "It's disgusting," say others. "It's against the law," is their final argument. They're wrong, though. I've checked. It's perfectly legal. In one year. But not yet. This means nothing. I want her. And I will have her.