Tuesday, February 23, 2010

♥new moon♥

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.

My heart has not beat in almost ninety years, but this was different. It was like my heart was gone—like I was hollow. Like Id left everything that was inside me here with you.

With shaky legs, ignoring the fact that my action was useless, I followed him into the forest. The evidence of his path had disappeared instantly. There were no footprints, the leaves were still again, but I walked forward without thinking. I could not do anything else. I had to keep moving. If I stopped looking for him, it was over. Love, life, meaning over.

I was halfway asleep, maybe more, when I realized what his kiss had reminded me of: last spring, when he had to leave me to throw James off my trail, Edward had kissed me goodbye, not knowing when—or if—we would see each other again. This kiss had the same almost painful edge for some reason I could not imagine.

As long as you like me the best. And you think Im good-looking—sort of. Im prepared to be annoyingly persistent.

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

It didnot feel like the pain had weakened over time, rather that Id grown strong enough to bear it

What if you sincerely believed something was true, but you were dead wrong? What if you were so stubbornly sure that you were right, that you wouldnot even consider the truth? Would the truth be silenced, or would it try to break through

p/s : best qoutes..

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