What Are You Doing Here

What are you doing here? How did you get here? How did you find your way into my gloomy world? How did you open up a door, I thought I'd bolted closed? Al, When you stepped in, And walked over to me, I didn't think much of it. When you sat down next to me, I assumed that you'd leave soon enough, Or we'd grow distant, As per usual, with my online friends. But, you haven't. ... Crunch, crunch. I can hear the leaves crunching underneath our feet. I can hear us laugh and chatter, Walking arm in arm. ... I don't know what the future holds, But I want you to be in mine. ... Thank you.