Edward And I Had Not Had A Last Grand Scene Of Farewell, Nor Did I Plan One. To Speak The Word Was To Make It Final. It Would Be The Same As Typing The Words The End On The Last Page Of A Manuscript. So We Did Not Say Our Goodbyes, And We Stayed Very Close To Each Other, Always Touching. Whatever End Found Us, It Would Not Find Us Separated.

-Stephenie Meyer

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Edward And I Had Not Had A

Stephenie Meyer

Edward And I Had Not Had A Last Grand Scene Of Farewell, Nor Did I Plan One. To Speak The Word Was To Make It Final. It Would Be The Same As Typing The Words The End On The Last Page Of A Manuscript. So We Did Not Say Our Goodbyes, And We Stayed Very Close To Each Other, Always Touching. Whatever End Found Us, It Would Not Find Us Separated.

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Isabella Swan?” He Looked Up At Me Through His Impossibly Long Lashes, His Golden Eyes Soft But, Somehow, Still Scorching. “i Promise To Love You Forever—every Single Day Of Forever. Will You Marry Me?” There Were Many Things I Wanted To Say, Some Of Them Not Nice At All, And Others More Disgustingly Gooey And Romantic Than He Probably Dreamed I Was Capable Of. Rather Than Embarrass Myself With Either, I Whispered, “yes.” “thank You,” He Said Simply. He Took My Left Hand And Kissed Each Of My Fingertips Before He Kissed The Ring That Was Now Mine.

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