I'll Always Be Waiting In The Wings

Driving At The Speed Limit--hideous Thought.

You Still Owe Me A Yellow Porsche.

Edward Was Always Focused, Watching And Also Listening To What Others Couldn't See.

In My Dream It Was Very Dark, And What Dim Light There Was Seemed To Be Radiating From Edward's Skin. I Couldn't See His Face, Just His Back As He Walked Away From Me, Leaving Me In The Blackness. No Matter How Fast I Ran, I Couldn't Catch Up To Him; No Matter How Loud I Called, He Never Turned. Troubled, I Woke In The Middle Of The Night And Couldn't Sleep Again For What Seemed Like A Very Long Time. After That, He Was In My Dreams Nearly Every Night, But Always On The Periphery, Never Within Reach.

After All, What Was More Important, In The End, Than Love?