Does It Bother You, Me Being Half

The Laughter In His Deep-set Black Eyes, The Feverish Heat Of His Big Hand Around Mine, The Flash Of His White Teeth Against His Dark Skin, His Face Stretching Into The Wide Smile That Had Always Been Like A Key To A Secret Door Where Only Kindred Spirits Could Enter.

I Wondered How Long It Could Last. Maybe Someday, Years From Now.if The Pain Would Decrease To The Point Where I Could Bear It.i Would Be Able To Look Back On Those Few Short Months That Would Always Be The Best Of My Life.

How Can A Little Thing Be So Annoying?

What's Funny About That Is When I Was Writing Twilight Just For Myself And Not Thinking Of It As A Book, I Was Not Thinking About Publishing, And Yet At The Same Time I Was Casting It In My Head. Because When I Read Books, I See Them Very Visually.

You Can Have Me The Way I Am — Bad Behavior Included — Or Not At All.