Dirty Letters

by Vi Keeland

Money and things don’t buy happiness—a beautiful heart is far more valuable than anything that can be bought.”

Money impresses the lazy girls. Smart girls are rich when they have something they can’t buy.”

“Can you put all of the reasons we’re wrong for each other on hold for one night and just be with me? Because while you’re worrying about the future, I can’t stop thinking about how damn lucky I am that my dream girl drove all the way across the country to see me—the real me. I’m on a high right now that you can’t even imagine, Luca. And while you’re sitting here trying to convince me that it could never work between us, all I can think about is whether you taste as good as you fucking make me feel.” He squeezed my hand. “Can you do that? Can you just be with me and fuck the rest for a little while?”

“Come, baby. Come all over my hand. Pretend it’s me inside you. I’m so incredibly hard right now.”

“I love the sounds you make when you come, Luca. So insanely beautiful. I’ve fantasized about that for so long, but nothing came close to the real thing. Nothing.”

What comes easy won’t last long, and what lasts long won’t come easy.”

If you stay in the present moment and not go where your mind is trying to lead you, then you will always be safe. There is safety in the now. Right now, you are in your bedroom talking to me. And that is all there really is. Your worries stem from past experiences and fear of the future. Neither the past nor the future is real. Only the present exists.

“Ride me, baby. I love devouring you like this. I can feel everything, taste everything. I’m gonna come so hard.”

“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.”

The day you walked away, You never really left. You may not know it. But you’re still here. You say you’re scared . . . But I’m scared, too, To live in this world without you. You can leave, but you’ll always be here. In my heart and soul . . . everywhere. You’re in me. Till the end, It will always be you, my friend. They tell me to move on. But if I do, When I look at her, I’ll only see you. You’re in me. Till the end, It will always be you, my friend. Even though you’ve left scars . . . You’re still my sun, moon, and stars.

“Our fears are temporary—they come and go throughout life. But regret is permanent—we carry it with us forever.

Griffin’s eyes went back and forth between mine. “What do you call a twenty-five-year-old British rock star who meets the girl of his dreams through a letter in second grade and drives to her house after she dumps him?” I laughed. “I don’t know. Impetuous?” Griff took both my cheeks into his hands. “Home. You call him finally home.”