“I think she’s having hysterics. Maybe you should slap her.” - Alice Cullen

You already know how I feel, of course. I’m here… which, roughly translated, means I would rather die than stay away from you.

Your number was up the first time I met you.

I didn’t like it. Not seeing you. It makes me anxious, too.

No blood, no foul.

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.

I almost had a stroke when I rounded the corner and saw a tall, dark figure leaning against the side of my truck.

I was raised to abide by traffic laws. Besides, if you turn us into a Volvo pretzel around a tree trunk, you can probably just walk away.

I’d given more information than necessary in my unwilling honesty, and I worried it would provoke the strange anger that flared whenever I slipped and revealed too clearly how obsessed I was.

Bella: We’ll live in Antarctica.

Edward: Penguins. Lovely.