och jag vill ge efter och bara läsa new moon... jämt

"I'd thought that Jake had been healing the hole in me — or at least plugging it up, keeping it from hurting me so much. I'd been wrong. He'd just been carving out his own hole, so that I was now riddled through like Swiss cheese. I wondered why I didn't crumble into pieces"


(Once you cared about a person, it was impossible to be logical about them anymore.)


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