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But you don’t let anger get to you like that unless on some level you care.”
“Hey,” he said through heavy breaths. “Yeah?” “The lights are on.” I looked around. “They are, aren’t they?” “I’m your first.” He smiled. “You are.”
What comes easy won’t last long, and what lasts long won’t come easy.”
“Yeah? What is it?” “I’ve heard that sitting on your lover’s face takes care of it.” My mouth hung open. “Oh really . . .” “Yes. It’s called CBFS, actually.” “CBFS?” “Cognitive behavioral face-sitting.”
“We all have light and dark inside us, love. We try to hide the darkness from others because we’re afraid it will scare them away. But your dark doesn’t scare me, Luca. It only makes me want to hold your hand and be your light until you can find your own again. That’s what people do when they’re in love. I won’t always be able to give you your light back, because sometimes you need to find that within yourself, but I’ll stand by your side and hold your hand in the dark so things aren’t so scary.”
Fuck, I even miss Hortencia. (I refused bacon at breakfast yesterday. Now that’s true love.)
Shock crossed his face. “My God.” “What?” “I never noticed this. Look at the date, Luca. Holy shit. Look at the date!” It was today’s date—exactly twenty years ago. My mouth hung open. “We’re getting married two decades to the day of the very first time I ever wrote you.”
“And we had no idea when we picked this date for our wedding. I’d say that’s pretty damn amazing.”
P.S. Mrs. Ryan showed
me a list of kids, and I picked your name, Griffin Quinn. I don’t know why. Maybe because my mom watches that show Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman. But you stuck out. It was just a feeling I had that you were it—my pen pal. My dad always says to trust your gut. My gut loves black licorice. And my gut tells me we’re going to be friends,
