How Can A Little Thing Be So

Only You Could Be More Important Than What I Wanted...what I Needed. What I Want And What I Need Is To Be With You, And I Know I'll Never Be Strong Enough To Leave Again.

Um, Bella? You've Got A Huge Cut On Your Forehead, And It's Gushing Blood," He Informed Me. I Clapped My Hand Over My Head. Sure Enough, It Was Wet And Sticky. I Could Smell Nothing But The Damp Moss On My Face, And That Held Off The Nausea. Oh, I'm So Sorry, Jacob." I Pushed Hard Against The Gash, As If I Could Force The Blood Back Inside My Head. Why Are You Apologizing For Bleeding?" He Wondered As He Wrapped A Long Arm Around My Waist And And Pulled Me To My Feet.

"and You're Worried, Not Because You're Headed To Meet A Houseful Of Vampires, But Because You Think Those Vampires Won't Approve Of You, Correct?” “that's Right,” I Answered Immediately, Hiding My Surprise At His Casual Use Of The Word. He Shook His Head. “you're Incredible."

Time Passes. Even When It Seems Impossible. Even When Each Tick Of The Second Hand Aches Like The Pulse Of Blood Behind A Bruise. It Passes Unevenly, In Strange Lurches And Dragging Lulls, But Pass It Does. Even For Me.

Believe Me, I Wanted To Say. I've Tried. Oh, And Also, I'm Wretchedly In Love With You. Keep It Light.