In the middle of the night,

With the moon shining bright against your eyes,

reflecting the stars and their wonder.

Here you are with me.

And seriously, I still can't believe you're holding my hand.

Because I'm oh, so selfish. So needy.

But you're still here, aren't you?

In the middle of the afternoon.

With the autumn leaves brushing against our shoes,

crunching under our feet as we gather them -

jump into them.

Here you are with me.

And seriously, I still can't believe it.

Because I'm just a girl - a complicated one.

But you're still here with me.

In the middle of the morning.

Almost afternoon and I'm oh, so tired as we walk,

around the path, down to the park.

Here you are with me.

Still - still here, aren't you?

In the middle of nowhere.

It's too cold here for the both of us.

You turn to me, so serious, lean down,

"I'll keep you warm."

Such a promise.