“As long as she wants me, I’m here.”

“Will you be?” I asked, suddenly anxious. “Will you really be here?”“As long as you want me,” he assured me.“I'll always want you,” I warned him. “Forever.”

“As long as you like me the best. And you think I’m good-looking—sort of. I’m prepared to be annoyingly persistent.”

“Odd as this might sound, I suppose I’m glad you’re here, Jacob. [Edward Cullen]”

“The worst part is that I saw the whole thing -- our whole life. And I want it bad, Jake, I want it all. I want to stay right here and never move. I want to love you and make you happy. And I can't, and it's killing me.”

“And the last seven months meant nothing. And his words in the forest meant nothing. And it did not matter if he did not want me. I would never want anything but him, no matter how long I lived.”

“How old are you?” she asked.My answer was automatic and ingrained. “Seventeen.”“And how long have you been seventeen?”I tried not to smile at the patronizing tone. “A while,” I admitted.“Okay,” she said, abruptly enthusiastic. She smiled up at me.”