You Are My Life. You're The Only

It's Too Easy To Be Myself With You.

The Sun Was Hot On My Skin, Too Bright As It Bounced Off The White Concrete And Blinded Me. I Felt Dangerously Exposed. More Fiercely Than I Would Have Dreamed I Was Capable Of, I Wished For The Green, Protective Forest Of Forks . . . Of Home.

Happy And Sad, Elated And Miserable, Secure And Afraid, Loved And Denied, Patient And Angry, Peaceful And Wild, Complete And Empty...all Of It. I Would Feel Everything. It Would All Be Mine.

I Took His Hand, And Suddely He Yanked Me―too Roughly―right Off The Bed So That I Thudded Against His Chest. "just In Case," He Muttered Against My Hair, Crushing Me In A Bear Hug That About To Broke My Ribs. "can't―breathe!" I Gasped.

Strange World Isn't It?