It was difficult to pull my hand back,
to stop myself from moving closer
to her than I already was.
A thousand different possibilities
ran through my mind in an instant--
a thousand different ways to touch her.
The tip of my finger tracing the shape of her lips.
My palm cupping under her chin.
Pulling the clip from her hair
and letting it spill out across my hand.
My arms winding around her waist,
holding her against the length of my body.
Edward Cullen, Midnight Sun, Chapter 12, p. 252
So many thoughts are going through my head today.
All the media hype about New Moon.
It's like someone is giving my heart...
an 'Indian rug burn'...
or a 'snakebite'
do you remember those?
Someone takes your arm...
and twists it in two directions.
That's how it feels.
ET had an interview with Rob last night...
How do I love thee?
Just let me hear you speak.
Let me see you pull your fingers through your hair.
Let me see you laugh...
Cuz it fucking
Bye for now