One side of his mouth pulled up into my favorite uneven smile.

I can’t imagine why that would be frustrating at all — just because someone refuses to tell you what they’re thinking, even if all the while they’re making cryptic little remarks specifically designed to keep you up at night wondering what they could possibly mean… now, why would that be frustrating?

Kryptonite doesn’t bother me, either.

Be safe.

I can be patient — if I make a great effort.

I’d rather know what you’re thinking — even if what you’re thinking is insane.

I’m essentially a selfish creature. I crave your company too much to do what I should.

He turned to look at me with a wistful expression. The golden eyes held mine, and I lost my train of thought. I stared at him until he looked away.

I promise… I swear not to hurt you.

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.