It Makes Me . . . Anxious

Before I Tell You My Story," Jasper Said. "you Must Understand That There Are Places In Our World, Bella, Where The Life Span Of The Never-aging Is Measured In Weeks, And Not Centuries.

Will You Be?” I Asked, Suddenly Anxious. “will You Really Be Here?” “as Long As You Want Me,” He Assured Me. “i'll Always Want You,” I Warned Him. “forever.

He's Like A Drug For You, Bella. I See That You Can't Live Without Him Now. It's Too Late. But I Would Have Been Healthier For You. Not A Drug; I Would Have Been The Air, The Sun.

I Had The Easiest Publishing Experience In The Entire World. I Sent Out Fifteen Courier Letters To Agents, Got Five No Replies, Nine Rejections And One I Want To See It. A Month Later I Had An Agent. Another Month Later I Had A Three Book Deal With Little Brown.

I Wondered How Long It Could Last. Maybe Someday, Years From Now.if The Pain Would Decrease To The Point Where I Could Bear It.i Would Be Able To Look Back On Those Few Short Months That Would Always Be The Best Of My Life.