How did people do this - swallow all their fears and trust someone else so implicitly with every imperfection and fear they had.

Charlie took my hand and, in a symbol as old as the world, placed it in Edward’s. I touched the cool miracle of his skin, and I was home.

I'd rather know what you're thinking - even if what you're thinking is insane.

The way you move — you orient yourself around him without even thinking about it. When he moves, even a little bit, you adjust your position at the same time. Like magnets… or gravity. You’re like a… satellite, or something.

I was thinking about how disjointedly time seemed to flow, passing in a blur at times, with single images standing out more clearly than others. And then, at other times, every second was significant, etched in my mind.

i want you, and i want you forever. one lifetime is simply not enough for me.

Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved.