I Do A Good Job Of Blocking

Love, Life, Meaning...over.

It's An Extraordinary Thing To Meet Someone Who You Can Bare Your Soul To And Accept You For What You Are. I've Been Waiting, For What Seems Like A Very Long Time, To Get Beyond What I Am. With Bella I Feel Like I Can Finally Begin. So I'd Like To Propose A Toast To My Beautiful Bride. No Measure Of Time With You Will Be Long Enough. But Let's Start With Forever.

I Can Hear Them On The Floor Below. They Will Find Me In Miuntes, Or Seconds. I Scrawl The Words On A Dirty Shred Of Newsprint. They Are Nearly Illegible, But If He Finds Them, He Will Understand: 'not Fast Enough. Love You Love Jamie. Don't Go Home' Not Only Do I Break Their Hearts, I Steal Their Refuge, Too. I Picture Our Little Canyon Abandoned, As It Must Be Forever Now. Or If Not Abandoned, A Tomb.

The Only Parents In The World Who Don’t Need Sleep, And Our Child Already Sleeps Through The Night. Edward Cullen, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 22, P.429

Children In The Abstract, Had Never Appealed To Me. They Seemed To Be Loud Creatures, Often Dripping Some Form Of Goo.