I saw you on a street corner that dark night; that bitter-sweet night. It was so cold, so very cold. I was wearing barely anything; just a pair of pajamas that were two years old, and meant for the summer. You were dressed in a band shirt i didn't know, black jeans, docs, and a red flannel shirt from Forever 21 (same as I had at home). You were smoking roll-your-owns, which I thought was trustworthy because everyone I knew who ever smoked roll-your-owns was poor, I don't know why that made me feel safer but it did. I ran up to you, and said "Get me somewhere else, somewhere safe." you looked up, puzzled, you were intrigued by me, by my "optimism that someone would care." you said "Do you really trust me that much?" I said "I would trust anyone but my dad, right now...*and then, almost under my breath*... or ever." "Okay, I know a place." you said as you crossed the street, as I try to catch up with you. We shuffled to your house, I said shyly "Is this your house?" you said charmingly; calmly "It's where I reside." I crack a smile and walk on to the first step leading to your house, scared, but hopeful...