Imagine you are homeless. You sleep on a park bench when it's dry, but if it's raining, you have to huddle on an ant covered sidewalk and try to sleep under a bridge. Imagine you need to go to the bathroom, and there's no safe place to go. You worry that you'll be attacked because you have been attacked in the past when you were homeless. You worry about being robbed because you have been robbed in the past when you were homeless. You worry about being raped because you were raped before while you were homeless. Now imagine that you are homeless with the most important person in the whole world to you. Imagine huddling close to them at night, hoping that you can protect them from whatever may come your way. Imagine holding them close as they shiver and cry because it's so cold and you don't have any place to take them away from the elements. Imagine the possibility of being held by a group of assailants, forced to watch as your loved one is assaulted or raped in front of you. Imagine their screams, cries of terror and pain, tears and possibly even their shame. Now know that the shelters are just as dangerous, only they decide that you and your loved one can not be together. So imagine life in a shelter, where all these things happen to each of you seperately, and there is nothing you can do to help nor comfort the other. These is all the glorious things we have to look forward to. For some reason, neither of us wants to live through any of these things.