E.Lockhart

I never went home with him, never saw his life, never knew that person Gat was when not on Beechwood Island.

and I saw Gat,

and I saw that rose in his hand,

and in that one moment, with the sunlight from the window shining in on him,

the apples on the kitchen counter,

the smell of wood and ocean in the air,

I did call it love.

Drugs are not your friend,”