You think I should be as forgiving as you are? We can’t all be saints and martyrs.
How dare you imprint on my baby? Have you lost you mind?
He thinks things through too much.
Do you ever think that your life might be easier if you weren't in love with me?" — Edward Cullen
I kept pushing against the black, though, almost a reflex. I wasn't trying to lift it. I was just resisting. Not allowing it to crush me completely. I wasn't Atlas, and the black felt as heavy as a planet; I couldn't shoulder it. All I could do was not be entirely obliterated.
It sounded like you were having Bella for lunch, and we came to see if you would share.