Stephenie Meyer

Stupid, shiny Volvo owner.

The love of my existence.

Sleep, my Bella. Dream happy dreams. You are the only one who has ever touched my heart. It will always be yours. Sleep, my only love.”

It sounded like it was something that you enjoyed. I thought I could go with you, if you wished

You’ll always be my Bella, you’ll just be a little more durable.

She’s one of us now.”

No matter what side I’m on, if someone kisses you without your permission, you should be able to make your feelings clear without hurting yourself.

My heart is just as silent,” he mused. “And it, too, is yours.

I promise to love you forever—every single day of forever. Will you marry me?”

“I’ll be your friend, Bella,” he said quietly. “I won’t ask for more than that.”