Enjoying The Bouquet While Resisting The Wine."

In My Head, Carlisle’s Kind Eyes Did Not Judge Me. I Knew That He Would Forgive Me For This Horrible Act That I Would Do. Because He Loved Me. Because He Thought I Was Better Than I Was. And He Would Still Love Me, Even As I Now Proved Him Wrong.

It's Sad When You Can't Make Everyone Happy, Though. It's Impossible But, At The Same Time, You Still Hope. You Think, 'maybe I Can Do It,' But You Know You Can't. But Gosh, If I Had To Rely On Giving People What They Wanted, I Would Have Had To Write 40 Billion Different Books And Even Then, I Wouldn't Get It Right.

She Reminded Me Of What It Did To Her When I Left — What It Still Does To Her When I Leave. She Feels Horrible About Bringing That Up, But She’s Right. I’ll Never Be Able To Make Up For That, But I’ll Never Stop Trying Anyway.

Could A Dead, Frozen Heart Beat Again? It Felt Like Mine Was About To.

Edward And I Had Not Had A Last Grand Scene Of Farewell, Nor Did I Plan One. To Speak The Word Was To Make It Final. It Would Be The Same As Typing The Words The End On The Last Page Of A Manuscript. So We Did Not Say Our Goodbyes, And We Stayed Very Close To Each Other, Always Touching. Whatever End Found Us, It Would Not Find Us Separated.