Good Luck Tended To Avoid Me.

He Squeezes My Hand, And My Heart Punches Against My Ribs. It's Just Like Pain, This Pleasure.

Jacob Was Hardly In Need Of Any Physical Protection I Could Offer. But My Arms, Pinned Beneath Edward's, Yearned To Reach Out To Him. To Wrap Around His Big, Warm, Waist In A Silent Promise Of Acceptance And Comfort. Edward's Shielding Arms Had Become Restraints.

Maybe I Was What Leah Thought She Was. Some Kind Of Dead End That Shouldn’t Be Passed On To Another Generation. Or Maybe It Was Just That My Life Was A Big, Cruel Joke, And There Was No Escape From The Punch Line. -jacob

Whatever End Found Us, It Would Not Find Us Separated. -- Bella Cullen

I Have An Immature, Homer Simpson-like Tendency To Giggle When I Say The Words 'seminal Fluids' In Public.