Oct 2016
It's the world where you stop aging
Until you find your soulmate
And then you grow old together

I'm jealous that you found him so quickly
At the age of nineteen, you have it all figured out
And you're already off doing things like
Getting jobs, looking at apartments
Planning your wedding, holding hands
Falling more and more for each other every day

I'm not afraid to say I am immature
But for the most part, I am closely guarded
No one here has ever been able to break me down
Like your lover had with you

Maybe I'll be like this for a while
Maybe it will change soon
But I love the way your souls grow old together
Even if mine does not.
Written by
Emma Chatonoir
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