I don’t like to lie – so there’d better be a good reason why I’m doing it.
For one half second, I wondered what it would feel like to put my hand in the fire. What it would feel like when I burned.
Like a stalker. An obsessed stalker. An obsessed, vampire stalker
Dear Jacob, I win. Sincerely, Edward
The bottom line is that you have to choose who you are going to commit to-- that's the foundation of true love, not the lack of other options
But on a clear, sunny day? How would she know to flee when she couldn't see any place for danger to hide?