Stephenie Meyer Quote

That I wasn't mad at . Can't you see that Bella? He was suddenly intense, all trace of teasing gone. Don't you understand?See what? I demanded, confused by his sudden mood swing as much as his words.I'm never angry with you - how could it be? Brave, trusting . . . warm as you are.Then why? I whispered, remembering the black moods that pulled him away from me, that I'd always interpreted as well-justified frustration - frustration at my weakness, my slowness, my unruly human reactions . . .He put his hands carefully on both side of my face. I infuriate myself, he said gently. The way I can't seem to keep from putting you in danger. My very existence puts you at risk. Sometimes I truly hate myself. I should be stronger, I should be able to-I placed my hand over his mouth. Don't.He took my hand, moving it from his lips, but holding it to his face.I love you, he said. It's a poor excuse for what I'm doing, but it's still true.It was the first time he'd said he loved me - in so many words. He might not realize it, but I certainly did.