"She was dreaming of me, and it wasn’t even a nightmare. She wanted me to stay
with her, there in her dream.

I struggled to find words to name the feelings that flooded through me, but I had
no words strong enough to hold them. For a long moment, I drowned in them.

When I surfaced, I was not the same man I had been.

My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be
midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my
midnight?" - From Stephanie Myer's Midnight Sun

I Miss feeling in love