But what happens when she falls in love with someone else and he starts to question his mental health? He has a hurricane in head in his heart in every fibre of his being there is a sense of something, someone missing?
But what happens when they go their separate ways after years and years of tears and tears and of begging her to stay? When his heart hurts so much he's on the floor writhing in pain, screaming her name, begging her to stick his world back together with cello tape?
But what happens when he watches her walk through the door not looking back, trodding on the old, dusty, door mat that says home for the last time as she glances back in the dead of night because part of her regrets what she's doing? For she was a constellation, her eyes reminded him of stars scintillating through out every nation, she was so out of reach.
But what happens? What happens when she finally settles down and he feels like he's drowning in his emotions his world is an ocean, full of deep blues and purple hues and what ifs?
What if he's okay? What if day after day after day the pain slowly starts to melt away just like the ice cream he had when he was four? When all of the sugar coated memories of her no long pour out of his soul in liquid form or when he forgets all of the things about her that he once adored?