~endless_tears~

I know what it is to live entirely for and with what I love best on earth. I hold myself supremely blest - blest beyond what language can express; because I am my husband’s life as fully as he is mine. No woman was ever nearer to her mate that I am: ever more absolutely bone of his bone, and flesh of his flesh. I know no weariness of my Edward’s society: he knows none of mine, any more than we each do of the pulsation of the heart that beats in our separate bosom; consequently, we are ever together. To be together is for us to be at once as free as in solitude, as gay as in company. We talk, I believe, all day long: to talk to each other is but a more animated and an audible thinking. All my confidence is bestowed on him, all his confidence is devoted to me; we are precisely suited in character - perfect concord is the result.

And in case you were wondering, you are like a hurricane to me. Your violence is beautiful, and your center sweet.

Sometimes I swear, I don’t know if I’m comin’ or goin’. But you always say something without even knowin’ that I’m hangin’ on to your words with all of my might and it’s alright. Yeah, I’m alright for one more night.

Don’t tell me that you’re not scared because I know that you are. I mean, I’ve known you too long and seen you push away too many good things to let you push me away right now. My whole life, you have been the most beautiful thing in my orbit, and my feelings for you were what proved to me that I could be great, and those feelings were stronger and were wiser and more persistent and more resilient than anything else about me.

Something in your eyes, makes me wanna lose myself. Makes me wanna lose myself, in your arms. There’s something in your voice, makes my heart beat fast. Hope this feeling lasts, the rest of my life.