I never thought I would be a cradlesnatcher at 21

I met someone last week.

Someone sweet, eager, cute, ready to ditch his friends to spend time with me at a drop of a hat.

And he made getting my mobile number his absolute purpose in life.

Messages me every single day asking how my day went.

He's not fazed to spend time with me at my house even when he found out that I still live at home.

He asks me out every single day.

He makes me smile.

And I christened him Tim Tam.

But there's a catch: Tim Tam is 19.

And as much as I can't wipe this stupid smile off my stupid face, I think I'll be doing both of us a favour if we just end it even before it starts.