And it was different because I'd already lost her so many times, so many ways, in my head. And different because she was never really mine to lose. And different because this wasn't my fault.

When you can’t be with the one you love, will you stay with the one who loves you?

I used to think of you that way, you know. Like the sun. My personal sun. You balanced out the clouds nicely for me." He sighed. "The clouds I can handle. But I can't fight with an eclipse.

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

I’d noticed that his eyes were black – coal black.

Body and soul. Two different things

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