Stop Being So...optimistic, Its Getting On My

I Would Probably Never Be Able To Do Anything Interesting Or Special Like Edward, Alice And Jasper Could Do. Maybe I Would Just Love Edward More Than Anyone In The History Of The World Had Ever Loved Anyone Else.

I Was Like A Lost Moon―my Planet Destroyed In Some Cataclysmic, Disaster-movie Scenario Of Desolation―that Continued, Nevertheless, To Circle In A Tight Little Orbit Around The Empty Space Left Behind, Ignoring The Laws Of Gravity.

"happy Birthday," He Sighed, And Leaned Down To Touch His Lips To Mine. I Reached Up On My Toes To Make The Kiss Last Longer When He Pulled Away. He Smiled My Favorite Crooked Smile, And Then He Disappeared Into The Darkness.

...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.

How Sad. How Frightening. To Be Filled With So Much Hate That You Could Not Even Rejoice In The Healing Of A Child...how Did Anyone Ever Come To That Point?