You May Have Taken The Planet, But

It Makes Me . . . Anxious . . . To Be Away From You.

I Like It When Pessimism Goes Unrewarded.

Why Does Ian Think I Have To Kiss You?

You're Not The Center Of The Universe, You Know.

Is The Fire Gone?" "yes," I Sighed. "thank You, Edward." "i Love You," He Answered. "i Know," I Breathed, So Tired. I Heard My Favorite Sound In The World: Edward's Quiet Laugh, Weak With Relief.