Youโre not asleep, and youโre not dead. Iโm here, and I love you. I have always loved you, and I will always love you. I was thinking of you, seeing your face in my mind, every second that I was away. When I told you that I didnโt want you, it was the very blackest kind of blasphemy.
Stephenie MeyerYou make your own kinds of mistakes, and Iโm sure youโll have your share of regrets in life. But commitment was never your problem, sweetie. You have a better chance of making this work than most forty-year-olds I know. My little middle-aged child. Luckily, you seem to have found another old soul.
Stephenie Meyer