Are you referring to the fact that you can't walk across a flat, stable surface without finding something to trip over?

And then... as you were sleeping, you said my name. You spoke so clearly, at first I thought you'd woken. But you rolled over restlessly and mumbled my name once more, and sighed. The feeling that coursed through me then was unnerving, staggering. And I knew I couldn't ignore you any longer.

So, how come Jacob Black gets to give you a gift and I don't? Because I have nothing to give back to you. Bella, you give me everything just by breathing.

Bella, there's a part of you that loves me.

Just snow and sapphire and ink.

Run, Bella, run. I love you too much, for your good or mine.

Could I betray my absent heart to save my pathetic life?