Searching for Comfort

I expected that, when my eyes met the eyes that only exist in my university building, when those eyes became familiar, when those eyes became welcoming, I would stop worrying. Surprisingly, I kept searching for answers within those eyes. Am I doing this correctly? Am I working on a future I yearn for? Am I supposed to focus on the future? Am I the only one experiencing these feelings? Are we going to become strangers once we grasp our bachelor's degrees with a smile glued on our countenances?