Speak Of The Devil, And The Devil

Why Does Ian Think I Have To Kiss You?

There S A Difference Between Being In Love And Being In Love With The Idea Of Love.

Isabella Swan?” He Looked Up At Me Through His Impossibly Long Lashes, His Golden Eyes Soft But, Somehow, Still Scorching. “i Promise To Love You Forever—every Single Day Of Forever. Will You Marry Me?” There Were Many Things I Wanted To Say, Some Of Them Not Nice At All, And Others More Disgustingly Gooey And Romantic Than He Probably Dreamed I Was Capable Of. Rather Than Embarrass Myself With Either, I Whispered, “yes.” “thank You,” He Said Simply. He Took My Left Hand And Kissed Each Of My Fingertips Before He Kissed The Ring That Was Now Mine.

My First Language, The True Language Of The Soul Spoken Only On Our Planet Of Origin, Had No Word For Betrayal Or Traitor. Or Even Loyalty- Because Without The Opposite, The Concept Had No Meaning.

I'd Been Broken Beyond Repair.