You’ve Never Been A Teenager, Sweetie. You

Even If We All Want You Here, You Don't Belong Until You Decide You Do.

Que Quowle" -stay With Me Forever-

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 Felt Like - Like I Don't Know What. Like This Wasn't Real. Like I Was In Some Goth Version Of A Bad Sitcom. Instead Of Being The A/v Dweeb About To Ask The Head Cheerleader To The Prom, I Was The Finished-second-place Werewolf About To Ask The Vampire's Wife To Shack Up And Procreate. Nice. - Jacob

That’s Why It Was So Impossible To Tell Him Goodbye — Because I Was In Love With Him. Too. I Loved Him, Much More Than I Should, And Yet, Still Nowhere Near Enough. I Was In Love With Him, But It Was Not Enough To Change Anything; It Was Only Enough To Hurt Us Both More. To Hurt Him Worse Than I Ever Had.