The light in your room. The texture of the sheets. My secrets, yours, and the few we shared.

Your bossy, paternal, and intimidating attitude. My longing to hide, to return to childhood, to let my guard down and have someone decent look out for me.

You were able to see the threats, the tasteless, odorless poisons of the defilers who would take advantage of me.

You were aware of the stories and lies I told out of caution. We all have a past, and I had to give the impression of being an ordinary guy, untouched by the lowlifes who dragged me down and from whom it was so difficult to escape.

In the Elementary School I got graduated from, there was a library I used to visit a lot. In the last two grades the management locked it down and I wandered through the halls every recess time.

I got sick of waiting for you to show up but still I want you to do it. If there was a Flash forward button to skip this part of my life I will use it.