“And as for romance? Well, I want that too.I want to fall asleep next to you, 100 times a night,so I can know you 100 times better before we hit the day light. And despite all of this,I also want amnesia so I can relive each kiss with a perfect newnessthat leaves me smashed in the arms of rapture. I want the sky to fracture underthe impossible weight of an apology because I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I want so much.I'm sorry that I'm using "I'm sorry" as a crutch to lean on for so longbut if you sing me that song of sweet logic again then I promise to make the effortto stand on my own. There is a reason that our hearts are more like a muscleand less like a bone. I've known so many people who've have grown up flexingin front of mirrors and falling for their own reflection as if that's adequate but that's bullshit.Because we only get now until the time we go and if they've only got time to love themselvesthen nobody is going to be around to hear the sound of their heartbeat echo.So lady, don't expect an apology when I tell you I'm only held togetherby a heart that pumps blue, it's the strongest muscle in my body and I'm flexing it for you”

“He spoke rapidly in-between his tender kisses. "I love you. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. The women...I was so scared to touch you. You didn't want me...I couldn't take the pain. I tried to get over you. Every time with them, I was with you. I'm so sorry...I love you.”

“And you are worth the time it takes to take the time to get to know you. We've managed to muttle through the awkward stage of i like you and you like me, but when we both finally said 'yes' life became a multiple choice test, not knowing anything we became each others best guess. and, holding your hand is less like exploration and more like discovery. lady, i don't have to study you to be sure. you're the choice i made before i knew what the other choices were”

“I wasn't saying whatever they're saying I was saying. I'm sorry I said it really. I never meant it to be a lousy anti-religious thing. I apologize if that will make you happy. I still don't know quite what I've done. I've tried to tell you what I did do but if you want me to apologize, if that will make you happy, then OK, I'm sorry.”

“Dad, I wrote. I'm with Alice. Edward's in trouble. You can ground me when I get back. I know it's a bad time. So sorry. Love you so much. Bella.”

“That's my favorite thing about him. I like to lie next to him when it's late, dark, and so quiet I can hear my own heartbeat. It's times like that when I'm sure that I'm in love.”

“And I can't say it now. I can't say what I want to say. I hold you-- I-- I clutch you, because I love you so desperately, and time is so short, we have such a little time in which to live and be young, even at best, and I put my arms around you and hold you because I want to love you while I can and I want to know I'm loving you, only it doesn't mean anything because you aren't afraid. You aren't frightened so that you want to clutch it all while you can.”