Look, I can’t really tell you what I was thinking. That first year, everything was still such a blur. But I do remember the sun was really bright…like, unusually strong for so early in the season. There was no place to hide. I liked this one spot by the lighthouse, because the waves out there seemed even angrier than I was.
When she embraces
Your heart turns to stone
She comes at night when you are all alone
And when she whispers…