Never Can Say Goodbye...

As much as I struggled not to think of him,
I did not struggle to forget.
I worried—late in the night,
when the exhaustion of sleep deprivation
broke down my defenses—
that it was all slipping away.
That my mind was a sieve,
and I would someday not be able to remember
the precise color of his eyes,
the feel of his cool skin,
or the texture of his voice.
I could not think of them,
but I must remember them.
Because there was just one thing
that I had to believe to be able to live—
I had to know that he existed.
That was all.
Everything else I could endure.
So long as he existed.

Bella Swan, New Moon, Chapter 4, p.116