It Makes Me . . . Anxious

Making Decisions Was The Painful Part For Me, The Part I Agonized Over. But Once The Decision Was Made, I Simply Followed Through—usually With Relief That The Choice Was Made. Sometimes The Relief Was Tainted By Despair, Like My Decision To Come To Forks. But It Was Still Better Than Wrestling With The Alternatives.

Why Does Ian Think I Have To Kiss You?

Jacob Was Hardly In Need Of Any Physical Protection I Could Offer. But My Arms, Pinned Beneath Edward's, Yearned To Reach Out To Him. To Wrap Around His Big, Warm, Waist In A Silent Promise Of Acceptance And Comfort. Edward's Shielding Arms Had Become Restraints.

You Think I Should Be As Forgiving As You Are? We Can’t All Be Saints And Martyrs.

You And I Won't Lose Each Other, I Will Always Find You Again. No Matter How Well You Hide. I'm Unstoppable.