My boyfriend (the former gang member high school drop out heroin addict I’ve spoken of before) and I come from two different worlds. What he’s done now are just details of who he was. I love who he’s trying to become, I love who he is when he is with me, I love how he makes me feel, I love how he calls me out on my judgemental cunty shit, I love that for the first time I could see someone I could share my life with, I love that I know already that I love him, but when we bring others into the picture, it gets blurry. I feel out of place in his world and he feels out of place in mine. We work on finding that middle ground, but shit it can get tough sometimes, especially since we’re so different and in a new relationship, and so we’re being private about it and slowly opening ourselves up to others. I know I’m meant to be with him, I know I’m meant to be loved by him, you know when you know. I’m happy, and I know even with the fact that we’re so different in some respects, we connect on a level different than anything I’ve ever felt before. It was really hard to be with his friends last night and see that I’m subject to be seen as too privileged, too naive, too young, and it scared me into believing that maybe we aren’t meant to be, that we’re too different. However, after talking with him for a few minutes afterwards, he made me laugh and made me feel loved and made me feel that no matter the differences in the details of our lives, we still connect on a level that is real and true. I have to get past the fact we come from two worlds, and that we’re now going to create a new world together, room for both of our pasts.