Isabella Swan?โ He looked up at me through his impossibly long lashes, his golden eyes soft but, somehow, still scorching. โI promise to love you foreverโevery single day of forever. Will you marry me?โ There were many things I wanted to say, some of them not nice at all, and others more disgustingly gooey and romantic than he probably dreamed I was capable of. Rather than embarrass myself with either, I whispered, โYes.โ โThank you,โ he said simply. He took my left hand and kissed each of my fingertips before he kissed the ring that was now mine.
Stephenie MeyerI believe that. But I want you to know something โ when it comes to all this enemies nonsense, Iโm out. I am a neutral country. I am Switzerland. I refuse to be affected by territorial disputes between mythical creatures. Jacob is family. You are . . . well, not exactly the love of my life, because I expect to love you for much longer than that. The love of my existence. I donโt care whoโs a werewolf and whoโs a vampire. If Angela turns out to be a witch, she can join the party, too.
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