Sometimes You Have To Learn To Love

It Was The First Time I'd Ever Felt Truly Jealous Of Anyone Else In My Entire Life.

He Was My Best Friend. I Would Always Love Him, And It Would Never, Ever Be Enough.

My First Language, The True Language Of The Soul Spoken Only On Our Planet Of Origin, Had No Word For Betrayal Or Traitor. Or Even Loyalty- Because Without The Opposite, The Concept Had No Meaning.

Of Course, I Still Saw Edward At School, Because There Wasn't Anything Charlie [her Dad] Could Do About That. And Then, Edward Spent Almost Every Night In My Room, Too, But Charlie Wasn't Precisely Aware Of That. Edward's Ability To Climb Easily And Silently Through My Second-story Window Was Almost As Useful As His Ability To Read Charlie's Mind.

You Scared Me For A Minute There. I Thought Newton Was Dragging Your Dead Body Off To Bury It In The Woods.