You…made…me…faint,” I accused him dizzily. “What am I going to do with you?” he groaned in exasperation. “Yesterday I kiss you, and you attack me! Today you pass out on me!” I laughed weakly, letting his arms support me while my head spun. “So much for being good at everything,” he sighed. “That's the problem.” I was still dizzy. “You're too good. Far, far too good.

what choice have I? I cannot live without you, but I will not destroy your soul." -Edward Cullen

I always say too much when I'm talking to you--- that's one of the problems.... Edward Cullen Twilight, Chapter 5

Twilight, again. Another ending. No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end.

Alice is the most… supportive.

Edward and I had not had a last grand scene of farewell, nor did I plan one. To speak the word was to make it final. It would be the same as typing the words The End on the last page of a manuscript. So we did not say our goodbyes, and we stayed very close to each other, always touching. Whatever end found us, it would not find us separated.

Love is irrational, I reminded myself. The more you loved someone, the less sense anything made.