So here's my story. When I was 16, I quit sports and took up a job, and fell in love with education. Along my experiences I raised my grades to high honors. I currently am working towards pre-med school, and nursing school at Yale. Among my way through my job, I laid my eyes on the most gorgeous person, and sweetest heart ever. Since my morals taught me to not love until I like enough, I could never have liked anyone stronger from that moment. She killed me with her charm and smile. I especially loved her eyes. On one night, with luck of technology, I realized she was single, and that opened the gates to heaven. After months of flirtatious nights, and happy days, I finally told a co-worker that I really liked her. One of the worst and best mistakes in my life. That next envious day, I strolled into work without a thought. She showed up. What was I to do but smile. "Hi!" She said. I turned and replied, "I have a serious question to ask you." With a big smile she looked at me, and as all could expect I said, "How was your thanksgiving." With a look of anger or unexpectedness she turned away without reply. Five minutes passed until she returned with eagerness, "So, I heard you have the hots for me." What was I suppose to say to that, of course, but how could I reply. "Yup, I do." Just as simple as my feelings were, so was my answer. That day led onto a fabulous journey. For several nights following I only emailed with her, than chatted, and then texted, then and finally called and hung out. It was my dream in the making. Only one problem remained. Opposition. Even though we were not officially dating yet, I spoke with my parents to have their opinion on how they felt about the issue. My father was worried at first she'd use me, but it was obvious she wouldn't. My grandparents thought love was love, and age didn't matter. My middle brother couldn't care less, he wasn't dating her. My mother, the one that I least expected, had the most opposition. Her opinion, although hypocritical, was deemed reasonable. She believed we were in rather different steps in life, although true, and with reason, I disregarded. Sure, we were separate ages, then again, my mother and her boyfriend were as well, seven years different, with my mother being older. Some may argue, well they're more mature. But I disagree. Without offense to her boyfriend, he can be just as immature as I or anyone my age. So before you go off and argue to the age factor, what is age when love is in the air? Anyhow to continue, the story brings fourth one question that parents, adults, and youth all together must ask away, what are the benefits when you risk love, what are the rewards when you argue age, for me, I gained a lover, and I gained happiness, I've gone from sadness and anguish to as if god's hands were on my shoulder. What is the price of love for youth? And for those who wonder still, she was 22.