I got married for love, so people usually make fun of me for it. People claim that I married her out of sympathy. Some say, “With all your looks, your talent, your smartness, and boldness, you still married someone older, and not even beautiful.” I simply smile when I hear things like that. They don’t

I got married for love, so people usually make fun of me for it. People claim that I married her out of sympathy. Some say, “With all your looks, your talent, your smartness, and boldness, you still married someone older, and not even beautiful.” I simply smile when I hear things like that. They don’t understand what love truly means. They think it’s just about appearances or age, about superficial qualities that can be measured and judged easily. But love, the kind I married for, is deeper than skin and beyond what the eye can see.

I remember the day I met her. It wasn’t like a movie where there was some magical moment with fireworks or music playing in the background. It was simple. We were in the same room, talking about something small and ordinary, yet there was something about her presence that made everything else fade away. The way she listened, really listened, made me feel seen. Not for my looks or my achievements, but for who I was inside. That feeling is rare, and when you find it, it’s precious beyond words.

People judge based on what they see on the surface because it’s easier. It’s a way to protect themselves from understanding something complex and vulnerable. When they say I married out of sympathy, they reveal their own fears and insecurities. Maybe they think love should follow a certain script, like a checklist of attributes: young, beautiful, matching social status. But love doesn’t work that way. It’s messy, unpredictable, and often doesn’t follow society’s narrow ideas of what’s “right.”

I married someone older, and yes, she’s not what people call “conventionally beautiful.” But to me, she is radiant in ways that can’t be captured by a photo or a glance. Her wisdom, her kindness, her laughter—they fill the space around her and make life richer. Age has given her a depth of experience that brings balance to my sometimes restless spirit. It’s in the quiet moments, when she holds my hand or shares a thought, that I see the beauty that truly matters.

I don’t need to prove anything to anyone. My marriage isn’t a trophy to show off or a story to justify. It’s a commitment I made because I chose to love her fully, without reservations or doubts. That choice is mine alone. People can speculate, gossip, or try to belittle it all they want, but it doesn’t change the truth I live every day.

Love is not about convenience or appearance. It’s about connection, trust, and respect. It’s about waking up every day and choosing to be there for someone, through their strengths and their struggles. It’s about building a life together, filled with shared dreams and silent understandings. It’s about accepting imperfections, both theirs and mine, and still feeling whole.

I often wonder why people put so much importance on what others think about their relationships. Why do we let society’s narrow definitions dictate how we love or whom we choose? It’s sad because it means many people live in fear of judgment rather than embracing the freedom to love openly and authentically. For me, that freedom is priceless.

When I smile at their comments, it’s not because I’m indifferent or dismissive. It’s because I’m at peace with my choice. I see beyond their shallow words and recognize the loneliness behind them. They don’t understand that love is a force that heals, strengthens, and transforms. It’s not about the outside world’s standards but about what fills your heart and soul.

Sometimes, I think about how different my life would be if I had let those judgments shape my decisions. If I had listened to the voices that told me to choose someone “better” by their criteria, I might have missed the most profound happiness I’ve ever known. Instead, I chose love. Real love. The kind that stands firm when everything else falls away.

People will always have opinions, and that’s okay. But what matters is how we live our truth. I live mine with courage and authenticity. I’m proud to be married to her, proud to love her, and proud to stand by her side, no matter what anyone says.

Love is not about perfection or societal approval. It’s about two souls finding each other and deciding to walk together through life. It’s about embracing vulnerability and choosing each other every day. That’s the kind of love I have, and it’s more beautiful than any words or judgments could ever capture.