Oh You Do Smell Good.

I'm Not Like A Car You Can Fix Up. I'm Never Gonna Run Right" Bella

It Was Very Relaxing To Be Away From Civilization, And This Bothered Me. I Should Not Have Found The Loneliness So Welcoming.

His Gold Eyes Grew Very Soft. “you Said You Loved Me.” “you Knew That Already,” I Reminded Him, Ducking My Head. “it Was Nice To Hear, Just The Same.” I Hid My Face Against His Shoulder. “i Love You,” I Whispered. “you Are My Life Now,” He Answered Simply. There Was Nothing More To Say For The Moment. He Rocked Us Back And Forth As The Room Grew Lighter.

I Was Like A Lost Moon―my Planet Destroyed In Some Cataclysmic, Disaster-movie Scenario Of Desolation―that Continued, Nevertheless, To Circle In A Tight Little Orbit Around The Empty Space Left Behind, Ignoring The Laws Of Gravity.

So, Did You Stab Edward Cullen With A Pencil Or What? I've Never Seen Him Act Like That.