somewhere in the middle.

Open your eyes and someone will love their color. 

Open your arms and someone will hold your body close. 

Open your mind and you are finally free.

I know that distance will soon be a factor again. I've lost before so I know how tightly I have to hold. Tight enough to keep you. Loose enough to let you breathe. My face will stay frozen, my gaze will never waver. But, I promise, I'm just as scared as you are.

I will take these moments and lock them away. Treasure each laugh, remember the taste of every kiss, memorize every inch of your hands so that I never forget how it feels to hold them in mine. I promise to make every step I make count because, in the end, it's one step closer to you. I promise to keep a box to hold our secrets. Don't let them know you're shaking. Make sure they see your head held high. Nights will be more than enough to yearn for. One more graze of your cheek, one more moment in your eyes, one more moment in between everything else.

I'm splaying out my cards for you. 

Take your pick. 

I will be behind you with whatever you chose. 

Do you like my hand? Do you like the choices? Or do you feel your stomach turn? Do you feel my heart racing? Trying to stay calm was never a card. I can't read your mind so let me in, let me feel what you feel. Open your mouth and lay a map of your uncertainties in front of me. I won't view you differently. You're still strong in my eyes.

Maybe we can create a road to meet in the middle. A barren, deserted road that only we can travel. Bookbag slung onto my bag. I'll bring my heart wrapped in tinfoil and exchange it for a kiss, a touch of fingertips, a memory to share.

We'll meet under the moon every midnight, picnic in the middle of an open field with a single tree to climb together. If we reach the top, we can pretend it's our own world, away from everything else.

Pick your favorite

-the brightest- 

star 

and we can wish for that road together.

If you close your eyes, you can create a house up on a hill somewhere far away. A place where we can run away to. A place for just us. A place to share our lives. And when we open our eyes again, we can pick ourselves up and move forward.

Move towards the tree in the clouds. The tree that holds our memories on each leaf. It's growing with every day that passes.

Survive the seasons with me ...

somewhere in the middle.