Stephenie Meyer |
I want to stay right here and never move. I want to love you and make you happy. And I can`t, and it`s killing me.
One thing I truly knew - knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest - was how love gave someone the power to break you.
He kissed me tenderly, adoringly; I forgot the crowd, the place, the time, the reason - only remembering that he loved me, that he wanted me, that I was his.
It`s incredible, isn`t it, the difference between reading about something, seeing it in the pictures, and experiencing it?
High school is such a compelling time period - it gives you some of your worst scars and some of your most exhilarating memories.