The Way You Move — You Orient

I Was Like A Lost Moon―my Planet Destroyed In Some Cataclysmic, Disaster-movie Scenario Of Desolation―that Continued, Nevertheless, To Circle In A Tight Little Orbit Around The Empty Space Left Behind, Ignoring The Laws Of Gravity.

I Wanted Him Like I Wanted Air To Breathe. Not A Choice- A Necessity.

Becoming A Vampire Is Forever. You Don't Get To Change Your Mind About It Later. For Me, I Think That's One Of The Big Drawbacks With Anything That's Permanent. How Do You Know How You're Going To Feel In Five Years Or 10 Years? Even With A Tattoo.

You Are The Most Beautiful Thing In My World.

The Way You Move — You Orient Yourself Around Him Without Even Thinking About It. When He Moves, Even A Little Bit, You Adjust Your Position At The Same Time. Like Magnets… Or Gravity. You’re Like A… Satellite, Or Something.