He Never Leaves, Does He?

Run, Bella, Run. I Love You Too Much, For Your Good Or Mine.

I Was In Disbelief That I’d Just Explained My Dreary Life To This Bizarre, Beautiful Boy Who May Or May Not Despise Me. Bella Swan

Your Hair Looks Like A Haystack...but I Like It.

He Was Right – She Was Beating Herself Up About Hurting His Feelings. The Girl Was A Classic Martyr. She’d Totally Been Born In The Wrong Century. She Should Have Lived Back When She Could Have Gotten Herself Fed To Some Lions For A Good Cause.

As Long As She Wants Me, I’m Here.