"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."
I wanted to believe him. But this was my life
without him that he was describing, not the other way around.
