But it's possible to love more than one person at a time, Bella. I've seen it in action.

I was consumed by the mystery Edward presented. And more than a little obsessed by Edward himself. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I wasn't as eager to escape Forks as I should be, as any normal, sane person would be.

Hey, Rosalie? Do you know how to drown a blonde? Stick a mirror to the bottom of a pool.

I knew the human exaggeration for sorrow-a broken heart.

And yet, I found I could survive. I was alert, I felt the pain - the aching loss that radiated out from my chest, sending wracking waves of hurt through my limbs and head - but it was manageable. I could live through it. I didn't feel like the pain had weakened over time, rather that I'd grown strong enough to bear it.

Once you cared about a person, it was impossible to be logical about them anymore.

No, I had never intentionally caused anyone physical pain, but I had hurt Ian deeply enough just by hurting myself. Human lives were so impossibly tangled. What a mess.