“You put your arms around me and I’m home.”
-Arms, Christina Perri.
“Isabella Swan? I promise to love you forever- every single day of forever. Will you marry me?”
There were many things that I wanted to say, some of them not nice at all, and others more disgustingly gooey and romantic than he probably dreamed I was capable of. Rather than embarrass myself with either, I whispered, “yes.”
I made it so tell me what do you think (;
“I love him. Not because he’s beautiful or because he’s rich! I’d much rather he weren’t either one. It would even out the gap between us just a little bit — because he’d still be the most loving and unselfish and brilliant and decent person I’ve ever met. Of course I love him. How hard is that to understand?”
And is it worth the wait? All this killing time?
Are you strong enough to stand protecting both your heart and mine?
-Heavy in your arms, Florence and the Machine.
Guess what, Edward?” I asked in a bright voice, playing along.
I pointed to the thick envelope on the counter. “I just got my acceptance to the University of Alaska!”
-“Congratulations!” He grinned. “What a coincidence.
-Edward and Bella, Eclipse…
If I asked you to stay in the car, would you? […] Of course not.
– Edward, Eclipse.
When we were five, they asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up. Our answers were thing like astronaut, president, or in my case… princess. When we were ten, they asked again and we answered – rock star, cowboy, or in my case, gold medalist.
But now that we’ve grown up, they want a serious answer.
Well, how about this: who the hell knows?!
This isn’t the time to make hard and fast decisions, its time to make mistakes.
Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere chill. Fall in love – a lot. Major in philosophy ’cause there’s no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind. Then change it again, because nothing is permanent.
So make as many mistakes as you can.
That way, someday, when they ask again what we want to be…
we won’t have to guess. We’ll know.