I never got your name, I assume you're 17.

"The only problem with going to bed is if you wake up in the morning."
-Today Will Be Better I Swear; Stars

It was the most vivid dream I'd ever experienced, I was myself - but different. I had longer hair and rosier cheeks, I think it was how I wished I was; wished I am now. And I turned around and down the hill there you were, walking down the hill.

I never caught your name, or if I did it was one of the only things I forgot. Typical me, forgetting the headline. I assumed you were 17, that's how you looked and that's how I felt. You had short brown hair and green eyes, I had left home - you had been on the streets for 9 months or so now.
I couldn't even tell.

You grabbed my hand and led me home, not to the house with the painted creme concrete, but your home - the home inside your heart. I moved in right away, I think I fit in there. You definitely made it feel like it.

Your face, it's permanently imprinted into my mind, frozen perfectly. I never touched you, but in my mind you felt so right. When I awoke I didn't know if I'd ever see you again, I went to sleep the night after hoping but you didn't show, and I waited - and now I still wait.

I didn't get your name, so I made one for you - Darren.
It doesn't suit you as much as I'd hoped, but it's the closest I got.
Maybe I can dream you again some time, and catch your real name.

Or maybe I can actually meet you, even now I actually look for you. I turn around and face the hill, make sure you're not coming down there in your homemade sock.