"She's Audrey Hepburn, and he's Cary Grant. She's Marilyn, and he's James Dean. She's timeless elegance, and he's old grace. She's searching, and he's already found, already taken. She's sixteen. And he's twenty-seven. But that doesn't matter. Not to a girl in love. Nothing matters, then." Edward & Bella in the definition of a forbidden relationship.

Sometimes I feel like I might drown in your memories. Their tendrils tug at me with the anguish of a greatest love. Some say that I will get over this, but I know I won't. No one ever really does.