He's got to let go of you sometime.
Over my pile of ashes
It was all very childish. Why on earth should Edward have to leave for Jacob to come over? Weren't we past this immaturity?
You still owe me a yellow Porsche.
And then we continued blissfully into this small but perfect piece of our forever.
She reminded me of what it did to her when I left — what it still does to her when I leave. She feels horrible about bringing that up, but she’s right. I’ll never be able to make up for that, but I’ll never stop trying anyway.