Seventeen thousand, nine hundred ninety nine days, 2 minutes, and 75 seconds since HE left.
I counted and waited, I fidgeted.
It has been fifty years since Edward left. Fifty lonely years since he said he didn't love me.
I got married, I had 4 wonderful kids, 3 girls and a boy. I was loved, I have loved.
That's all I ever wanted. That's all I ever needed.
And that is what he couldn't give me.
My Edward.
He is still seventeen. He still has that perfect pale skin, crooked smile, golden eyes, and rock hard body.
He hasn't aged a day.
Yet here I am. Old, wrinkled, still lonely, and dying.
Is it so wrong to think about him while I am here beside my husband, both of us waiting for our death.
I have moved on, only it is not enough to erase the memory.
The memory of his cold arms enveloping me into an embrace.
The memory of his cool lips kissing me softly.
The memory of his hard hands, caressing every inch of my face.
He is all I ever wanted.
He is all I ever needed.
He is the one I am in love with.
He still is.
I love my husband enough to stay with him, but not enough to give my soul to him.
Nothing is ever enough. Except him.
I wanted to see him, I have waited every single day of my life, hoping that one day he will come to visit me.
I just want to see him.
That is enough, I will be peaceful.
Yet here I am, still wishing, still hoping.
Five, four, three, two..
"Rest my angel, I'm watching over you."
One.
I'm still waiting, but in a different place.
I'm still waiting.
You are everything I've ever wanted.