Vi Keeland

“I think it took me this long to realize what moving on meant. It doesn’t mean forgetting what you’ve left behind. It means making her a memory and deciding to have a future without her in it.”

“Do you believe if someone takes your heart, you won’t be able to love the same way after that?”

Fear does not stop death. It stops life

. I didn’t care if I died of asphyxiation—I’d die deliriously happy.

. A man’s choices are his own

“I played the mother who was dying of tuberculosis. You had your nose in a crossword puzzle the entire time.”

Oh. That play. “I might have missed some of that one. In my defense, I had just found crassword puzzles. Come on…three-letter word for something that goes in dry and hard, but comes out wet and soft? I was busy counting the letters in dick, cock, pecker, and prick a dozen times each before figuring out the answer was gum.”

“You’re such a perv.”

I gave her a chaste kiss. “Where are we going for dinner, Chip?”

Even though I’d worked eighty hours a week the last few years to get where I was, the men who worked thirty were the first ones to blame my success on my magical vagina. Screw them.

Just because you’re physically thousands of miles away doesn’t mean your hearts are.

Opening the lines of communication can fix a lot of things.

Sometimes a spark turns into a fire.