I didn't relate well to people my age. Maybe the truth was that I didn't relate well to people, period. Even my mother, who I was closer to than anyone else on the planet, was never in harmony with me, never on exactly the same page. Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs. Maybe there was a glitch in my brain.

Fire and ice, somehow existing together without destroying each other. More proof that I belonged with him.

oh you do smell good.

Odd as this might sound, I suppose I’m glad you’re here, Jacob. [Edward Cullen]

You’re still waiting for the running and the screaming, aren’t you?

I thought about that for a minute - about what I wanted.

Jacob was a gift from the gods.