“Trust was like glass. When it broke, it shattered, and even if you managed to glue it all back together again, there were always fissures. It was never as strong as when it was whole.” — Vi Keeland Copy Share Image
“His eyes softened. “I suck at trust.” “I know.” “I’m still gonna yell, and I use fuck as a noun, adjective, and verb.” — Vi Keeland Copy Share Image
“That’s the thing about true love—we never see the beginning or the end.” — Vi Keeland Copy Share Image
“My boyfriend recently asked me to marry him. I said yes. He’s the sweetest, kindest man I’ve ever known. Problem is, the diamond he… — Vi Keeland Copy Share Image
“Monday night I had to go out of town, up to Boston for a quick meeting early Tuesday morning. My flight was delayed, and… — Vi Keeland Copy Share Image
“He spun my stool around to face him and took my face in his hands. “What do you say we go back to the… — Vi Keeland Copy Share Image
“while the truth hurts, it’s like a Band-Aid when you rip it off. The pain goes away. It’s the lies and questioning that keep… — Vi Keeland Copy Share Image
“Sorry. It’s a technique I use to fend off the panic — screaming at the top of my lungs.” “That’s the best technique you… — Vi Keeland Copy Share Image
“How is your grandmother?” “She told Cambria to let me know she was cutting me out of her will if I didn’t break her… — Vi Keeland Copy Share Image
“Because music expresses all the things people can’t say, but are impossible to keep quiet.” — Vi Keeland Copy Share Image
“Soon, Liv,” he mutters between impatient kisses when we come up for air. “I want you in my bed. Underneath me, on top of… — Vi Keeland Copy Share Image
