Stop It, Mom, You're Making Me Blush.

You Are...well, Not Exactly The Love Of My Life, Because I Expect To Love You For Much Longer Than That. The Love Of My Existence." -bella

Love Is Irrational, I Reminded Myself. The More You Loved Someone, The Less Sense Anything Made.

Why Does Ian Think I Have To Kiss You?

After A Few Decades, Everyone You Know Will Be Dead. Problem Solved.

So, Instead Of Panicking, I Closed My Eyes And Spent The Twenty Minutes' Drive With Edward. I Imagined That I Had Stayed At The Airport To Meet Edward. I Visualized How I Would Stand On My Toes, The Sooner To See His Face. How Quickly, How Gracefully He Would Move Through The Crowds Of People Separating Us. And Then I Would Run To Close Those Last Few Feet Between Us - Reckless As Always - And I Would Be In His Marble Arms, Finally Safe.