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The inquiring thoughts of a pondering soul

What will become of us? I sit there holding you in my arms,
the one person I have honestly loved. All those middle school relationships,
they were not real. Fake, that is what describes them. But this, this
is real, my love for you is real. What will become of us?

There are not enough words in this insignificant world
of ours to describe how much love I have for you.
The true sweetness of your soul and your surreal beauty
Creates chills that distribute throughout my back every time
I am with you. What will become of us?

Your every breath is intoxicating, conveying me into another world.
A world of unimaginable peace and contentment. I sit here pondering my life,
wondering what my life will add up to. Then I think of you, longing to hold you
in my arms for the rest of my life. Then realization hits, we will eventually part ways and
our convenient distances will be violated by the change of a higher education. We will keep contact but will it be the same? Will your love for me hold? What will become of us?

I think about how perfect our relationship is, yet cannot help but consider the
possibilities. You there at your college, working hard to create your future. Will
you keep me in your thoughts? Will you discover another? My brain contemplates
the numerous possibilities. What will become of us?

One might ask why I put myself through such emotional affliction. It is only because I care. My distressed thoughts are inevitable, for when someone contains such love for a person as I do, they cannot help but think about the future. I know that our love is real, that is why I worry. I do not want it to evade the tight grasp my heart holds upon it. A scrutinizing soul cannot help but ask, what will become of us?

Description
The inquiring thoughts of a pondering soul

What will become of us? I sit there holding you in my arms,
the one person I have honestly loved. All those middle school relationships,
they were not real. Fake, that is what describes them. But this, this
is real, my love for you is real. What will become of us?

There are not enough words in this insignificant world
of ours to describe how much love I have for you.
The true sweetness of your soul and your surreal beauty
Creates chills that distribute throughout my back every time
I am with you. What will become of us?

Your every breath is intoxicating, conveying me into another world.
A world of unimaginable peace and contentment. I sit here pondering my life,
wondering what my life will add up to. Then I think of you, longing to hold you
in my arms for the rest of my life. Then realization hits, we will eventually part ways and
our convenient distances will be violated by the change of a higher education. We will keep contact but will it be the same? Will your love for me hold? What will become of us?

I think about how perfect our relationship is, yet cannot help but consider the
possibilities. You there at your college, working hard to create your future. Will
you keep me in your thoughts? Will you discover another? My brain contemplates
the numerous possibilities. What will become of us?

One might ask why I put myself through such emotional affliction. It is only because I care. My distressed thoughts are inevitable, for when someone contains such love for a person as I do, they cannot help but think about the future. I know that our love is real, that is why I worry. I do not want it to evade the tight grasp my heart holds upon it. A scrutinizing soul cannot help but ask, what will become of us?