And how long have you been seventeen?

Be safe.

I wanted to close that little distance, to reach out and touch him, but I was afraid he wouldn’t like me to.

Don’t you see, Bella? It’s one thing for me to make myself miserable, but a wholly other thing for you to be so involved.

The worst part about Friday was that, even though I knew he wasn’t going to be there, I still hoped.

I do want to know what you’re thinking — everything. I just wish… that you wouldn’t be thinking some things.

Edward Cullen was standing four cars down from me, staring at me in horror. His face stood out from a sea of faces, all frozen in the same mask of shock.

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.

Of course, keeping you safe is beginning to feel like a full-time occupation that requires my constant presence.