Kiss Me, Jacob. Kiss Me, And Then

I Flicked On The Light Beside My Bed, Waiting For My Breathing To Slow, Veins Full Of Adrenaline From The Realistic Dream. A New Dream, But In Essence So Much The Same As The Many Others That Had Plagued Me In The Past Months. No, Not A Dream. Surely A Memory. I Could Still Feel The Heat Of Jared's Lips On Mine. My Hands Reached Out Without My Permission, Searching Across The Rumpled Sheets, Looking For Something They Didn't Find. My Heart Ached When They Gave Up, Falling To The Bed Limp And Empty.

The Bottom Line Is That You Have To Choose Who You Are Going To Commit To-- That's The Foundation Of True Love, Not The Lack Of Other Options

However, I Can Read Hers- She'll Be Waiting To Ambush You In Class.

After A Few Decades, Everyone You Know Will Be Dead. Problem Solved.

I Was Stronger Than Edward. I'd Made Him Say Ow.