it used to make me sad:
wondering if we’d be married in heaven
wondering if our love could be so special
that it would be allowed to last forever
and at the time I would often wonder
will I even go to heaven?
how presumptuous of me
what if you go there
and I cannot follow?
and now there are some days
I wonder if I even believe in god at all
but I always believe in you
and I guess you’re a good enough answer
to every question
Fudge It! 
Someone so special to be the good enough answer is a gift. A sense of mature romance in this lovely poem.
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