Jealous, O’shea?" "actually… I Am.

But You See, Just Because We've Been...dealt A Certain Hand...it Doesn't Mean We Can't Choose To Rise Above- To Conquer The Boundaries Of A Destiny That None Of Us Wanted. To Try To Retain Whatever Essential Humanity We Can.

I Wondered To Myself Why No One Else Had Seen Him Standing So Far Away, Before He Was Suddenly, Impossibly Saving My Life. With Chagrin, I Realized The Probable Cause - No One Else Was As Aware Of Edward As I Always Was. No One Else Watched Him The Way I Did. How Pitiful.

I Couldn’t Get The Words Exactly Right; I Only Remembered Wishing That Jacob Were My Brother So That We Could Love Each Other Without Any Confusion Or Pain.

...the Way A Man Might Hesitate Before He Kissed A Woman, To Gauge Her Reaction, To See How He Would Be Received. Perhaps He Would Hesitate To Prolong The Moment, That Ideal Moment Of Anticipation, Sometimes Better Than Kiss Itself.

“bella, I've Already Expended A Great Deal Of Personal Effort At This Point To Keep You Alive. I'm Not About To Let You Behind The Wheel Of A Vehicle When You Can't Even Walk Straight. Besides, Friends Don't Let Friends Drive Drunk,” He Quoted With A Chuckle. I Could Smell The Unbearably Sweet Fragrance Coming Off His Chest. “drunk?” I Objected. “you're Intoxicated By My Very Presence.” He Was Grinning That Playful Smirk Again.