Humans Were Always Surprising Me.

How Old Are You?” She Asked. My Answer Was Automatic And Ingrained. “seventeen.” “and How Long Have You Been Seventeen?” I Tried Not To Smile At The Patronizing Tone. “a While,” I Admitted. “okay,” She Said, Abruptly Enthusiastic. She Smiled Up At Me.

You Could Run From Someone You Feared, You Could Try To Fight Someone You Hated. All My Reactions Were Geared Toward Those Kinds Of Killers – The Monsters, The Enemies. When You Loved The One Who Was Killing You, It Left You No Options. How Could You Run, How Could You Fight, When Doing So Would Hurt That Beloved One? If Your Life Was All You Had To Give Your Beloved, How Could You Not Give It? If It Was Someone You Truly Loved?

Perhaps Without The Lows, The Highs Could Not Be Reached.

I Wondered To Myself Why No One Else Had Seen Him Standing So Far Away, Before He Was Suddenly, Impossibly Saving My Life. With Chagrin, I Realized The Probable Cause - No One Else Was As Aware Of Edward As I Always Was. No One Else Watched Him The Way I Did. How Pitiful.

For Almost Ninety Years I’ve Walked Among My Kind, And Yours… All The Time Thinking I Was Complete In Myself, Not Realizing What I Was Seeking. And Not Finding Anything, Because You Weren’t Alive Yet.