Winter Nights.

Something about winter nights makes them memorable, something about the way you stood there hands safely tucked away from the cold in the pockets of the gray jacket I love to steal from you when we see late movies. Maybe it is the sad eyes behind those glasses, the smile you managed for my benefit. The way your car stereo has the sound balanced to the rear speakers so that it felt like Natalie Grant was singing from the back seat as we rode under the amber glow of the street lights. I wish you didn't feel the need to be so strong around me, because I hear it when you sigh. And I know that this song still makes you cry, and we don't have to do this; you staring out in to the night blinking away the emotion that tries to fill your eyes and me faking oblivion to the heaviness in your heart, toying with the wooden bracelet on my wrist as though I didn't feel everything you felt. Winter nights are a battle, raging between the biting temperatures outside and the warmth we have inside. Your hot chocolate in my cup, your head on my shoulder, salty tears fall on my lap. There are no words to say, you know I understand in every way. You will not remember the soft feel of this blanket on your skin, or the the jazz play list I left on repeat so that you could sleep. You will remember a comforting release, and that when the battle rages, by fighting together we will win."The Promise was when everything fell we'd be held"-Natalie Grant lyric.