Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars, points of light and reason. ….And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn’t see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason for anything.
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Edward Cullen (via fuckkyeahtwilightsaga)
I once told one of my more literarily-inclined friends that I considered Twilight to be this generation’s Romeo and Juliet. Obviously, this was an exaggerated and offensive statement. Comparing Meyer to Shakespeare is just impossible; they are leagues apart.
Still, read this and tell me that you don’t feel the same desperation, angst, and longing. So maybe I wasn’t so out-of-line in my comparison.
Also, hot vampires. I rest my case.
