“Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin.”

“So what you're saying is, I'm your brand of heroin?" I teased, trying to lighten the mood.He smiled swiftly, seeming to appreciate my effort. "Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin.”

“You're like a drug to me...like my own personal brand of heroin.”

“Your scent is like a drug to me like my own personal brand of heroin.”

“It was depressing to realize that I wasn’t the heroine anymore, that my story was over.”

“You are...Well, not exactly the love of my life, because I expect to love you for much longer than that. The love of my existence." -Bella”

“Is it really sick for me to be happy right now?" I asked. My voice broke twice.He didn't push me away. He pulled me tight against his ice-hard chest, so tight it was hard to breathe, even with my lungs securely intact. "I know exactly what you mean," he whispered. "But we have lot of reasons to be happy. For one, we're alive.""Yes," I agreed. "That's a good one.""And together," he breathed. His breath was so sweet it made my head swim.”