I love her, too. Or I will. It’s not the same, but I want her around for that.
“Love her, too?” I whispered, incredulous.
She sighed. You are so blind, Edward. Can’t you see where you’re headed? Can’t you see where you already are? It’s more inevitable than the sun rising in the east.
A day will come when you think yourself safe and happy, and suddenly your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth, and you’ll know the debt is paid.
Well, one of these days you’re gonna realize you don’t know me half as well as you think.