I Want You, And I Want You

How Old Are You?” “seventeen,” He Answered Promptly. “and How Long Have You Been Seventeen?” His Lips Twitched As He Stared At The Road. “a While,” He Admitted At Last.

He Was Right – She Was Beating Herself Up About Hurting His Feelings. The Girl Was A Classic Martyr. She’d Totally Been Born In The Wrong Century. She Should Have Lived Back When She Could Have Gotten Herself Fed To Some Lions For A Good Cause.

Dont Be Afraid", I Murmured. "we Belong Together." I Was Abruptly Overwhelmed By Th Truth Of My Own Words. This Moment Was So Perfect, There Was No Way To Boubt It. His Arms Wrapped Around Me, Holding Me Against Him...it Felt Like Every Nerve Ending In My Body Was A Live Wire. "forever," He Agreed.

So, Instead Of Panicking, I Closed My Eyes And Spent The Twenty Minutes' Drive With Edward. I Imagined That I Had Stayed At The Airport To Meet Edward. I Visualized How I Would Stand On My Toes, The Sooner To See His Face. How Quickly, How Gracefully He Would Move Through The Crowds Of People Separating Us. And Then I Would Run To Close Those Last Few Feet Between Us - Reckless As Always - And I Would Be In His Marble Arms, Finally Safe.

You Think Of Me As A... Living Stone - Hard And Cold. That's True. We Are Set The Way We Are, And It Is Very Rare For Us To Experience A Real Change. When That Happens, As When Bella Entered My Life, It Is A Permanent Change. There's No Going Back.