I’d Noticed That His Eyes Were Black

I Could See How Easy It Would Be To Fall Into Loving Bella. It Would Be Exactly Like Falling: Effortless. Not Letting Myself Love Her Was The Opposite Of Falling—it Was Pulling Myself Up A Cliff-face, Hand Over Hand, The Task As Grueling As If I Had No More Than Mortal Strength.

I Honestly Have No Idea How To Live Without You.

I Tried To Be Diplomatic, But Mostly I Just Lied A Lot.

Making Decisions Was The Painful Part For Me, The Part I Agonized Over. But Once The Decision Was Made, I Simply Followed Through—usually With Relief That The Choice Was Made. Sometimes The Relief Was Tainted By Despair, Like My Decision To Come To Forks. But It Was Still Better Than Wrestling With The Alternatives.

If We Had Happy Endings, We’d All Be Under Gravestones Now.