When my mom was 16 years old, she was having coffee with friends when my dad 40, came into the coffee shop to have lunch. He took a stool at the counter, and didnt even notice or even make eye contact with her or her friends. She told me many times it was love at first sight for her. That was in 1962 our city was much smaller then, and she asked around until she found out who he was and that he was a local truck driver and gone much of the time. Undeterred, she even found out who he worked for and the color of the truck he drove. she hung around and even made friends with the waitresses, so she could find out when he came to eat. She found out that a boy at her high school was working at the place where he fueled up and got him to call her when saw that red truck over at the truckstop. Finally she managed to be there in the coffee shop when she came in. And she was bold with him. And he just laughed at her and said, why you are still a little kid, so get on with you, i dont see little girls. She was crushed. But didnt give up. She kept putting herself in spots where she knew he would be, running into him by chance again and again. He told her, kid i know you have 3 brothers and a dad, go away. She wasnt crushed then because he knew things about her! He told he to leave him alone til she was grown up, he was not getting tangled up with jail bait, go away. But she still didnt give up and when she was almost 18 he bought her lunch he told me because that girl, my mom, wouldnt leave him alone He also told me she was gorgeous and had more pluck and more smarts than anyone he had ever met. That lunch was the beginning of a love story that carried them through good and bad times, thick and thin, times of being broke and eventually flush. I was born in 66 followed by a couple siblings in 67 and 70. I know when he was in his 60s and she in her 40s there must have been times when the age difference was a problem, probably for both of them. But never was it enough to keep them apart. She adored him with each breath he took until his last breath at 75, and she continues tonlove him until she passed also at 75. As a widow she never stopped missing and longing for her true. Thats was she nicknamed him "True" and thats all she ever called him. My father respected my mother and regarded her as his equal in every way. They were great friends and had freat fun together. He felt young with her, im sure and called her Little Mommy. His last words were "be seeing you Little Mommy" Dont let other people box you into their beliefs or expectations. Loce can and does exist. If this man is your True, dont let that go, ever.