I love you. I have always loved you, and I will always love you. I was thinking of you, seeing your face in my mind, every second that I was away. When I told you that I didn’t want you, it was the very blackest kind of blasphemy.
I’m a good liar, Bella. I have to be.
The odds are always stacked against us. Mistake after mistake. I’ll never criticize Romeo again.
"After all the thousand times I’ve told you I love you, how could you let one word break your faith in me?"
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