deeismee13

He is not an Edward. He doesn't stare at me every minute he is with me. Or smell my hair and watch me sleep. Won't follow me, like a lost puppy, Sometimes, he'll even walk away. He doesn't love me for my faults, It's in spite of them. He'll notice pretty girls, even think of past lovers… When he laughs at me, it's because I'm silly, Not cute Or Perfect. The thought of me getting hurt does not bring tears to his eyes. He would not die if I died, He is not an Edward. And I am not a Bella. We are real. Our love is real. And that, Is more important, and genuine Than idealistic, impossible fantasies. Screw Edward.