She was in the middle before she realised she said it.

His soft murmurs. His gentle chides. His quiet strength. His sharp wit.  Sometimes it got hurtful but he had a persona to fit. So did she.

Her blank personality. Her strong facade. Her flawless beauty. Her reactive anger. So she did.

But somehow he always knows when she feels down or needs him.

That’s when they meet in the middle.

She would pick him up from the park that was neither near her nor him. And when the night was over he would usually be the one driving them back. 

Out of habit or out of his thirst for touch, as he can’t do what he loved best (Bbo-Bbo), he would usually let hands do what lips do, and rest them intertwined in the middle.

Sometimes they would talk about their projects and discuss if they should take them on.

“We got Married” was one.

“My Ugly Duckling” was another.

“Did We Love” was one.

“The Voice” was another.

The conversations would usually be of her fears, his hopes, her frustrations, his plans, or both ways really, and that's why they got together in the first place. (But that's a story for another time).

He is naturally a little more pensive, conservative. She a little more foolhardy, with a strong temperament. And it's funny how their roles have reversed over the years. Mirroring? Perhaps they do, after all they've been together for so Long. They didn’t need a fortune teller to tell them that at the start of this year. 

He thinks too much. She feels too much. He gives too much. She needs too little.

He was Mr Know-it-all but did he know her heart? She hopes he does, even when she doesn’t.