As she and I walked closely holding hands, many glared at us. In their eyes, all they saw was a beautiful matured woman with a boy. But what they didn't know was that I made her absolutely happy. I saw many beauties in her that others before me were blinded to. That I was madly and irrevocably in love with her, and she with I. It did not matter what anyone thought about us. What only mattered was that she was mine and I was hers.