I Have An Immature, Homer Simpson-like Tendency

Be Happy That After Living So Many Lives, I Finally Found Something To Die For

Time Means Little; I Never Notice Its Passing.

In My Dream It Was Very Dark, And What Dim Light There Was Seemed To Be Radiating From Edward's Skin. I Couldn't See His Face, Just His Back As He Walked Away From Me, Leaving Me In The Blackness. No Matter How Fast I Ran, I Couldn't Catch Up To Him; No Matter How Loud I Called, He Never Turned. Troubled, I Woke In The Middle Of The Night And Couldn't Sleep Again For What Seemed Like A Very Long Time. After That, He Was In My Dreams Nearly Every Night, But Always On The Periphery, Never Within Reach.

Storytelling Was The Most Honored Of All Talents, For It Benefited Everyone.

I Would Always Love This Fragile Human Girl, For The Rest Of My Limitless Existence.