Between love and society

Age is just a number, they say. I'm staring at him, wondering what he sees in me. I can hear the voices of friends all night, saying to me, "He only wants to know what being with an older lady feels like. You are just another fun experience to him. He will move on later and be with a younger girl." Age, yet again, is just a number, but I can't seem to see him as the man he claims to be. His love and affection for me are blinded by the words of society. But no one has loved me as dearly as he has, so I'm stuck between the harsh words of society and the purest love I have ever known. Age is truly just a number. I am seated across the older man whom society has approved for me, and I can't help but feel disgusted. His affection, of course, is not love, has always been forced upon me throughout all my days of knowing him. Deep down, I know I have made the gravest mistake of my life.