what would it be like? to sit across you in a dining hall .. or in our living room just a short 5-8 years from now?
will we still be in love? will we still find our antics adorable?
will we grow cold even before our hair turns white?
or will we still enjoy each others' company and find humor in the things we say?
i hope it is love that keeps us together, not responsibility.
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