Nah. I'd be going to acting academy and getting roles, and as a soldier she'd be going overseas and fighting for justice and freedom. Perhaps she'd think me petty when we came home, and I'd sense it. There'd be a nasty silence at the dinner table. I wouldn't understand a thing she's going through and we'd only like each other when it was time to say goodbye.
Or maybe I'm overthinking it. But still, I think not.