Her existence alone was excuse enough to justify the creation of the entire world.

Run, Bella, run. I love you too much, for your good or mine.

I was not the one she was destined to say yes to. It was someone else, someone human and warm. And I could not let myself hunt him down and kill him, because she deserved him. Whoever it was. It really didn't matter if I left, because Bella could never see me the way I wished she could. Never see me someone worthy of love. Never. Could a dead, frozen heart break? It felt like mine would.
"Edward," she mumbled softly. She was dreaming of me. Could a dead, frozen heart beat again? It felt like mine was about to.
I would always love this fragile human girl, for the rest of my limitless existence.

There was no reason for Bella Swan to cross paths with me. She would be avoided like the plague she was.

A hundred yards away, Mike Newton was lowering Bella's limp body to the sidewalk. She slumped unresponsively against the wet concrete, her skin chalky as a corpse. I almost took the door off the car.

Love doesn't always come in convenient packages.