Sometimes Ideas Feel Like They

You’re Not Asleep, And You’re Not Dead. I’m Here, And I Love You. I Have Always Loved You, And I Will Always Love You. I Was Thinking Of You, Seeing Your Face In My Mind, Every Second That I Was Away. When I Told You That I Didn’t Want You, It Was The Very Blackest Kind Of Blasphemy.

I Was Not Allowed To Think Of Him. That Was Something I Tried To Be Very Strict About. Of Course I Slipped; I Was Only Human. But I Was Getting Better, And So The Pain Was Something I Could Avoid For Days At A Time Now. The Trade-off Was The Never-ending Numbness. Between Pain And Nothing, I'd Chosen Nothing.

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.

What Choice Have I? I Cannot Live Without You, But I Will Not Destroy Your Soul." -edward Cullen

More Than My Own Life