My Dad Wants To Read Twilight
Yes, he just told my mom that she should go buy him a copy Twilight when we go reserve myself a copy of Breaking Dawn this afternoon. My reaction: O_O WTF
I mean, imagine a 35-year-old man (well, he doesn’t really look thirty five, most people even mistake us for brothers!) jumping up and down his seat while containing his scream just because he read these lines:
“You’re impossible. How can I put this so that you’ll believe me? You’re not asleep, and you’re not dead. I’m here, and 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.”
“Isn’t it supposed to be like this? The glory of first love, and all that. It’s incredible, isn’t it, the difference between reading about something, seeing it in the pictures, and experiencing it?”
“Bella, I couldn’t live with myself if I ever hurt you. You don’t know how it’s tortured me. The thought of you still, white, cold…to never see that flash of intuition when you see through my pretenses…it would be unendurable. You are the most important thing to me now. The most important thing to me ever.”
“You are exactly my brand of heroin.”
I mean, c’mon!