I think your friends are angry with me for stealing you.

I probably should have been used to that by now — but I wasn’t. I had a feeling Edward wasn’t the kind of person anyone got used to.

Your boyfriend seems to think I’m being unpleasant to you — he’s debating whether or not to come break up our fight.

I was afraid… because, for, well, obvious reasons, I can’t stay with you. And I’m afraid that I’d like to stay with you, much more than I should.

Can you walk, or do you want me to carry you again?

I don’t want you to be afraid.

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was part of him — and I didn’t know how potent that part might be — that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

You were right — I’m definitely fighting fate trying to keep you alive.

I’m not used to feeling so human. Is it always like this?

I knew at any moment it could be too much, and my life could end — so quickly that I might not even notice. And I couldn’t make myself be afraid. I couldn’t think of anything, except that he was touching me.