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Twilight, Again. Another Ending. No Matter How Perfect The Day Is, It Always Has To End.

When I Was 8, I Was Reading 'gone With The Wind' And 'pride And Prejudice' And All That, Not Knowing It Wasn't My Reading Level.

I Tensed For The Spring, My Eyes Squinting As I Cringed Away, And The Sound Of Edward's Furious Roar Echoed Distantly In The Back Of My Head. His Name Burst Through All The Walls I'd Built To Contain It. Edward, Edward, Edward. I Was Going To Die. It Shouldn't Matter If I Thought Of Him Now. Edward, I Love You.

The Laughter In His Deep-set Black Eyes, The Feverish Heat Of His Big Hand Around Mine, The Flash Of His White Teeth Against His Dark Skin, His Face Stretching Into The Wide Smile That Had Always Been Like A Key To A Secret Door Where Only Kindred Spirits Could Enter.

I Promise To Love You Forever - Every Single Day Of Forever.