...I wrenched the door out of my way-

ridiculously eager- and there he was, my personal miracle.

Time had not made me immune to the perfection of his face,

and I was sure I would never take any aspect of him for granted.

My eyes traced over his pale white features (...)

I saved his his eyes for last,

knowing that when I looked into them I was likely to lose my train of thought

(...)

Staring into his eyes always made me feel extraordinary-

sort of like my bones were turning spongy.

I was also a little lightheaded,

but that could have been because I'd forgotten to keep breathing...again.."

[sigh].*

Stephenie Meyer 'Eclipse' (Twilight Saga)