I don't need Alex to complete me, I don't need to backpack through Europe to "find myself," and I don't need to date 20 more people to make sure he's the one. I'm not going to live my life in fear of divorce or poverty or anything else for the sake of other people, because at the end of the day, it's my life, my love and my happiness.
Today I'm 36 and still married to the man who asked to spend the rest of his life with me while I was finishing my last year of college. As the full-blown grown up I am today, I don't deny that we got lucky. The statistics were stacked against us. But that doesn't make our decision wrong or misguided.
If your love is truly eternal, what's the rush? If it's real, that person will continue to be committed to you two months from now, two years from now, and two decades from now. Grow, learn, travel, party, cuddle, read, explore. Do. Freaking. Something... other than "settle down" at 23 with a white picket fence.