The beginning of a book I thought I was going to write:

You’re fifteen and he’s seventeen. When he tells you he is going to marry you some day, your world becomes very small. Not that it was ever really grand in the first place. The difference is your fifteen-year-old mind starts to see how small your world actually is; how small you are. This sounds an awful lot like a Taylor Swift song, but I promise it’s different. It feels different. And it definitely stays with you for longer than four minutes and fifty-five seconds.