I Love A Happy Ending. They Are

You Are My Life. You're The Only Thing It Would Hurt To Lose.

True Love Was Forever Lost. The Prince Was Never Coming Back To Kiss Me Awake From My Enchanted Sleep. I Was Not A Princess, After All. So What Was The Fairy-tale Protocol For Other Kisses? The Mundane Kind That Didn't Break Any Spells? Maybe It Would Be Easy - Like Holding His Hand Or Having His Arms Around Me. Maybe It Would Feel Nice. Maybe It Wouldn't Fell Like A Betrayal. Besides, Who Was I Betraying, Anyway? Just Myself.

Ian Didn't Come. He Just Sat Here With You--he Said He Didn't Care What You Looked Like. He Wouldn't Let Anyone Else Put A Finger On Your Tank At All, Not Even Me Or Mel. But Doc Let Me Watch This Time. It Was Way Cool, Wanda. I Don't Know Why You Wouldn't Let Me Watch Before. They Wouldn't Let Me Help, Though. Ian Wouldn't Let Anyone Touch You But Him.' Ian Squeezed My Hand And Leaned In To Whisper Through All The Hair. His Voice Was So Low That I Was The Only One Who Could Hear. 'i Held You In My Hand, Wanderer. And You Were So Beautiful.

I Already Know How Strong You Are. You Didn't Have To Break The Furniture." —bella Swan

What Were You Two Doing Last Night, Discussing The National Debt?