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“You’re lucky I love you,” she said as she lay back again in the canoe. Don’t I know it. I’m the luckiest bastard around.
“I’m not going to have sex with you, Vivian, because you and I see sex differently.” She cleared her throat. “How so?” “I fuck. You make love. And you deserve that, but that isn’t me. But I can sure as hell manage to rock your fucking world without sticking my dick in you. And I want to be the first one to taste you.”
I kissed her like I would die if I didn’t. This wasn’t part of the plan. I was just going to make her feel good. I needed to stay in control.
“Because I think I stayed in that relationship for years because it was convenient. Because it was the only relationship that allowed me to spend all my time with you because my boyfriend didn’t live here. Because it’s always been you.”
Trauma is the ultimate thief. It may have robbed your past, but only you can let it rob your future.”
“If you’re waiting for my approval, you already have it. I couldn’t pick a better person than you for my daughter. The only one who doesn’t know it is you.”
You aren’t your father. He robbed you of your childhood. Don’t give him your future too. Go be all the things that you want to be.”
Tragedy had a way of reminding you how precious life was. Reminding you about what mattered most. About what was most important. Love and family were everything.
