Slight epilogue: she told her mom she wanted to be with me and now I’m not allowed to see her any more. I went to her house to try to say goodbye, and her mom told me “Oh, you’re fine, you’ve done nothing wrong. It’s just that she isn’t ready to have a boyfriend; she has developmental disorders, and she isn’t 15 like she told you”.
…She told me she was 16… I’m not even going to think too hard about that.