New Moon

Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars, points of light and reason. ...And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn’t see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason, for anything.

Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget; it was a hard line to walk.

The bond forged between us was not one that could be broken by absence, distance, or time. And no matter how much more special or beautiful or brilliant or perfect than me he might be, he was as irreversibly altered as I was. As I would always belong to him, so would he always be mine.

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.

I honestly have no idea how to live without you.

After all the thousand times I’ve told you I love you, how could you let one word break your faith in me?...I could see it in your eyes, that you honestly believed that I didn’t want you anymore. The most absurd, ridiculous concept—as if there were any way that I could exist without needing you!

You’re not asleep, and you’re not dead. I’m here, and I love you. I have always loved you, and I will always love you. I was thinking of you, seeing your face in my mind, every second that I was away. When I told you that I didn’t want you, it was the very blackest kind of blasphemy.

What a marshmallow. You should hold out for someone with a stronger stomach. Someone who laughs at the gore that makes weaker men vomit.

I promise that this will be the last time you’ll see me. I won’t come back. I won’t put you through anything like this again. You can go on with your life without any more interference from me. It will be as if I’d never existed.

Well, I'm so sorry that I can't be the right kind of monster for you, Bella.

What happens when you lose your heart's desire?

Now and then I see something in her eyes, and I wonder if I’ve ever grasped how much pain she’s really in.

love gave someone the power to break you. I'd been broken beyond repair.

Sometimes you have to learn to love what's good for you.

I think she's having hysterics. Maybe you should slap her.

His skin was a pretty colour, it made me jealous. Jacob noticed my scrutiny. What?" he asked, suddenly self-conscious. "Nothing. I just hadn't realised before. Did you know, you're sort of beautiful?" Once the words slipped out, I worried that he might take my implusive observation the wrong way. But Jacob rolled his eyes. "You hit your head pretty hard, didn't you?" "I'm serious." Well, then, thanks. Sort of." I grinned. "You're sort of welcome.

Romeo wouldn’t change his mind. That’s why people still remembered his name, always twined with hers

The part that kills me is that you already know. I already told you everything!

I'm not like a car you can fix up. I'm never gonna run right" Bella

It never made sense for you to love me.

She just keeps saying "He’s gone.

The waves of pain that had only lapped at me before now reared high up and washed over my head, pulling me under. I did not resurface.

Do you think I’ll ever get better at this? That my heart might someday stop trying to jump out of my chest whenever you touch me?

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.

Love is irrational, I reminded myself. The more you loved someone, the less sense anything made.

They call her my singer—because her blood sings for me.

Speaking of which, would you like to explain to me how you’re alive

Sometimes, loyalty gets in the way of what you want to do. Sometimes, it’s not your secret to tell.

Speak of the devil, and the devil shall appear.

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.